The danger passed quickly.
Too quickly.
By the time Asli realized it, the house was quiet again.
But the fear lingered.
She stood in the hallway, watching as Ferhat returned, his shirt stained with blood.
Her breath caught. "You're hurt."
"It's not mine."
That didn't make it better.
Without thinking, she stepped closer. "Sit."
"I'm fine."
"Sit."
The firmness in her voice surprised both of them.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Then—
He did.
Asli grabbed a medical kit and began cleaning the small cut on his arm.
Her touch was careful. Gentle.
Completely opposite to his world.
"You could've died," she murmured.
"I didn't."
"That's not the point!"
He watched her quietly.
"You're strange," he said.
She frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You hate me… but you're treating me."
Asli paused for a second.
Then continued.
"I'm a doctor," she said softly. "I don't choose who deserves help."
Something in his gaze changed.
Not cold.
Not empty.
Just… thoughtful.
For the first time…
Ferhat didn't look like a monster.
He looked human.
And that scared her more than anything else.