Why Cry
Gizem caught up to the two people. They had already opened the car door and got Desi into the car.
One of the men gave way for another to get into the car first. Gizem’s eyes flashed with a cold glint as
she flung the dagger in her hand out. The dagger landed gingerly on the eye of the man who was about
to take Desi away. The man let out a sharp wail.
The other man dashed over in Gizem’s direction, the one who was the strongest among the group of
four. However, Gizem did not seem at all intimidated. The man took out a blade, and Gizem’s eyes
narrowed as he aimed the blade right at her. She turned sideways and managed to dodge the blade
unscathed, save for a few slashed strands of hair. Her eyes darkened as she snapped, “You have a
death wish!” The man let out a cold snicker. “A mere wench and you dare challenge me?” Then, he
hurled another blade in her direction, to which she managed to dodge yet again. The man who had
gotten hurt pulled out the dagger in his eye and aimed it right at Desi. “If you keep up with this fight, I
will kill her!”
Just as Gizem was stumped, the blade managed to land itself on her shoulders. Her khaki windbreaker
was soon stained with fresh blood. The man who was clutching yet another blade beamed smugly.
“Aren’t you really good at fighting?” the man snickered. “You’ve hurt four of my men. I’m going to
avenge them now!” Then, he held the blade high up in the air. Gizem pursed her lips and reached into
her pocket. Bang! The sound of a gunfire shot filled the air.
The man holding the blade fell to the ground as he suffered a shot to the back of his head. Another
man glanced over to his side. Gizem grasped the opportunity and dashed over to kick the man aside,
trying hard to hold in her pain. The man fell to the ground, and the dagger that he was clutching was
sent flying. He reached out and tried to grab it. Before he could, someone who was wearing a pair of
shiny leather shoes stepped on the man’s hand and hissed, “You have a death wish!” Then, the sound
of another gunfire shot rang out. The man was dead. After confirming that Desi was all right, Gizem
turned to look at the man who saved her. Oddly, she found the man’s slender figure blurry. The pain in
her shoulders was making her drift in and out of consciousness. In a semi-conscious state, she thought
she saw Samuel. She mumbled softly, ”Samuel… Samuel…” Samuel approached and supported her.
Only then did he realize that she was bleeding profusely. His blood-stained hand held Gizem’s face as
he urged, “Wake up!” Gizem looked at the man and mumbled softly, “Samuel, you’re all right. Samuel, I
won’t let you die.” Then, she fainted. Samuel was stumped as he held her in his embrace. For some
unknown reason, he felt a numbing pain in his chest. Then, he rushed Gizem to the hospital and waited
outside the operating room. His sleeves, shirt, chest, and hands were all stained with blood. He stood
frozen, still as a statue. Gemma approached him and reported, “Mr. Macari, Desi and Madeline are all
right, but they’re on sedatives and will only regain consciousness after some time.” Samuel nodded.
“Luckily Gizem has managed to stall them,” Gemma said and pursed her lips. “I hope she’s all right.”
“She’s going to be all right,” Samuel said coolly. Gemma paused for a moment before she said, “Mr.
Macari, do you think —” She had wanted to say something when the door of the operating room was
pushed open. A doctor made his way out of the room. Samuel stepped forward and asked, “Doctor, is
she going to be all right?” “Her shoulders are injured. Luckily, her bones are not affected. Nonetheless,
she had received ten stitches and lost a lot of blood. She’s going to need ample rest to recuperate,” the
doctor elucidated. Samuel nodded. “Yes, I understand.” The doctor then turned around to leave. Gizem
was pushed out of the operating room and sent to the ward immediately. “Mr. Macari, you may want to
go take a look at Desi. I will take care of Gizem.” “Okay. I will head there later.” “Sure.” Gemma nodded.
Samuel turned around to leave while Gemma headed for Gizem’s ward. Gemma took care of Gizem,
while both Madeline and Desi had people to take care of them as well. After some time, Gizem started
to mutter a string of slurred sentences. “Samuel, please don’t… Don’t die. Samuel, why… are you
doing this? Why? Samuel, I just hope you are alive…” Gemma could not clearly discern what she said.
However, she did notice that Gizem had repeatedly mentioned Samuel’s name. She gave a long sigh.
Samuel entered the ward right then. “How is she doing?”
Samuel asked, his brows knitted. “She’s sleep-talking,” Gemma answered hesitantly. Sleep-talking?
Samuel approached Gizem’s bedside and bent over to listen to her. However, she had already stopped
sleep-talking. Samuel cast a sideways glance at Gemma and asked, “What did she say just now?”
“Nothing much. I can’t hear her clearly.” Gemma thought it was best to not tell Samuel about it. Things
could potentially get really awkward, considering that Gizem still had to treat Desi. Given Gizem’s
personality, Gemma reckoned that she would want to keep her feelings to herself. I don’t think that she
will ever want to let Samuel know. Hence, Gemma thought it was best to bite her tongue. Samuel
furrowed his brows. “Is she going to be all right?” “She’s going to be fine.” Gemma paused. “Mr. Macari,
do you think we should inform Gizem’s family about her condition?” Samuel shook his head. “She’s an
orphan.” An orphan? Gemma was surprised to hear that as she had no idea Gizem was an orphan. “I
see… But, her injury…”
Samuel appeared quite impassive. “I will be responsible for that. After all, she was hurt for saving
Desi…” “Mr. Macari, let me take care of her on your behalf,” Gemma said. Samuel trained his eyes on
her. “It’s more convenient for me to take care of her as a woman,” Gemma explained. Besides, she did
not wish to let Samuel overhear what she just heard Gizem utter. Samuel nodded in agreement. “Thank
you.” “Well, I am a nurse,” Gemma stated plainly. “Do let me know when she’s awake,” Samuel said.
“Sure.” Samuel then eyed Gizem before turning around to leave. Gemma sighed with relief. She looked
at Gizem and said helplessly, “Gizem, you really shouldn’t have fallen for Samuel. Your feelings are
futile and irrelevant.” Samuel headed out of the ward and leaned against the wall by the corridor. He
heard every word that Gizem had uttered clearly before she fainted. Why did she say that? Who is
she? Could it be that… No, that’s impossible! Unless someone’s changed her face and voice
completely, otherwise… He pinched himself between his brows and reckoned that he must be
overthinking the matter. How is it possible that Gizem is Kathleen? That’s impossible. A dark look crept
up his face when he marched away.
The next day, Gizem finally woke up. She looked at the white ceilings atop her and instantly deduced
that she was at the hospital. Gizem started to recollect her thoughts. She sat up and stared blankly out
the window at the gloomy sky, contemplating her dream about Samuel. In the dream, she had a crush
on Samuel. When he did not reciprocate her feelings, her heart ached. Gizem touched her face and
realized that she had been crying. What’s happening? It was just a dream. Why did I cry? Have I really
fallen for Samuel? How is that possible?
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