Kaya Memorial Hastanesi
Antalya, The Capital District
The hospital suite was a crowded mess. Nurses and officials moved about the tiny room huddling together and speaking in hushed tones as Osman lay still on the suite's medical bed. Emiri sat at his side, gently petting her brother's forehead, brushing his hair away from his deep brown eyes. Tears sat at the ready in Emiri's eyes as she stared down at Osman's pale white face, marked in bright red with cuts and bruises from the crash.
From one of the corners of the room, a man approached. The Grand Vizier, Adem Rifaat. With his head bowed low, Adem gestured to the seat next to Emiri, she nodded, and he took a seat.
"Emiri Hanımsultan*, I am so sorry." Adem said, his voice low and respectful.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Adem. This is my brother's doing; he hurt himself." She shook her head, remembering the night of the crash, how awful it was to see him in such pain. "He went too far, and it cost him. I pray this doesn't cost him his life."
Adem nodded. "As do I, but I must discuss something with you as it relates to exactly that. And please forgive me if it seems inappropriate."
Emiri nodded again. "You are forgiven. Go ahead."
"As your brother is incapacitated, you must understand that leaves the national government paralyzed until a regent is installed. And seeing as at the time of his incapacitation, his current chosen successor was your sister, you must understand that she will be the temporary Sultana, and you will become first in line to the throne. Your sister is arriving at the building now. Still, due to concerns for your safety and the continuity of the Imperial line, I must insist you allow your bodyguards to escort you to a safer location. The streets are brimming with protestors, and we cannot let them get the scent of noble blood. We cannot become the next Callise." Adem looked out the window, scanning the crowds of protestors and well-wishers, but in the sea of people, he saw a motorcade make its way through them all to the entrance of the building. And stepping out of a black SUV came Emel and Helbrandt. Emel was dwarfed by her husband, a true beast of the steppe who towered over the men around him. The pair quickly walked through the entrance and out of view. "Your sister and her husband are here."
"Good. I will greet them and be on my way." She said, continuing to stare at her brother, her eyes never breaking focus from his face.
Adem stood up, walking back towards the ministers in their nervous huddle. A few minutes passed as Emiri sat unflinching next to Osman, waiting for her sister to arrive.
Emel and Helbrandt arrived quickly, speedily making their way up to the hospital suite, opening the door, and entering.
"Emel!" Emiri exclaimed, standing up from her chair, quickly running to her sister, and embracing her.
"I missed you so much. And it's good to see Helbrandt again."
"If only we had come home sooner, sister," Emel replied sadly.
"Aye, perhaps we wouldn't have to talk in this vile place, the air reeks of sickness," Helbrandt grumbled.
"I didn't want this to be how we were reunited, Os is hurt bad, and the doctors say his chances aren't great. He rattled his head badly in the crash, and it's causing him to slip in and out of consciousness."
"What has Osman done?" Emel asked, her tone anxious, half wanting to know and half terrified by what Emiri might say
"The palace staff said they hadn't seen him and were worried, so I went looking... He went and visited mama's Mazar*; he was drunk. I saw him sobbing, Em. He looked like a trainwreck, so I confronted him and told him he was letting us down, and he..." Emiri touched her cheek.
Emel noticed the swollen and black mark that flowed across her sister's cheek; it bore the unmistakable signs of a hand lashing out in anger.
"Please don't get mad; he was drunk, and it clouded his Judgement. So he stormed off, realizing what he did, and drove off into the night, accidentally flipping his car, trying to stop the thing from hitting something."
"Did that little bastard give you that mark!?" Helbrandt growled in an outraged voice
"Selfish little bastard! a lesser man would be skinned, but he is allowed..." Emel let her anger trail off as Rifaat entered the room
"Emiri Hanımsultan, I must interrupt to tell you that your car is waiting for you at the hospital's back entrance. And you must be on your way."
"Of course," Emiri said, turning and nodding.
"I need to go, Em; take care of Os. He didn't mean for any of this to happen."
She kissed Emel on the cheek and hugged Helbrandt. "I love you both," Emiri said as she walked out of the room and into the sterile hallway of the hospital.
OOC:
*Mazar- a Mehrabist shrine or enshrined tomb.
*Hanımsultan- title for daughters of sultana or imperial princesses
Co-Written by: Essa/Kozaria/Karzastan(tim)
Antalya, The Capital District
The hospital suite was a crowded mess. Nurses and officials moved about the tiny room huddling together and speaking in hushed tones as Osman lay still on the suite's medical bed. Emiri sat at his side, gently petting her brother's forehead, brushing his hair away from his deep brown eyes. Tears sat at the ready in Emiri's eyes as she stared down at Osman's pale white face, marked in bright red with cuts and bruises from the crash.
From one of the corners of the room, a man approached. The Grand Vizier, Adem Rifaat. With his head bowed low, Adem gestured to the seat next to Emiri, she nodded, and he took a seat.
"Emiri Hanımsultan*, I am so sorry." Adem said, his voice low and respectful.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Adem. This is my brother's doing; he hurt himself." She shook her head, remembering the night of the crash, how awful it was to see him in such pain. "He went too far, and it cost him. I pray this doesn't cost him his life."
Adem nodded. "As do I, but I must discuss something with you as it relates to exactly that. And please forgive me if it seems inappropriate."
Emiri nodded again. "You are forgiven. Go ahead."
"As your brother is incapacitated, you must understand that leaves the national government paralyzed until a regent is installed. And seeing as at the time of his incapacitation, his current chosen successor was your sister, you must understand that she will be the temporary Sultana, and you will become first in line to the throne. Your sister is arriving at the building now. Still, due to concerns for your safety and the continuity of the Imperial line, I must insist you allow your bodyguards to escort you to a safer location. The streets are brimming with protestors, and we cannot let them get the scent of noble blood. We cannot become the next Callise." Adem looked out the window, scanning the crowds of protestors and well-wishers, but in the sea of people, he saw a motorcade make its way through them all to the entrance of the building. And stepping out of a black SUV came Emel and Helbrandt. Emel was dwarfed by her husband, a true beast of the steppe who towered over the men around him. The pair quickly walked through the entrance and out of view. "Your sister and her husband are here."
"Good. I will greet them and be on my way." She said, continuing to stare at her brother, her eyes never breaking focus from his face.
Adem stood up, walking back towards the ministers in their nervous huddle. A few minutes passed as Emiri sat unflinching next to Osman, waiting for her sister to arrive.
Emel and Helbrandt arrived quickly, speedily making their way up to the hospital suite, opening the door, and entering.
"Emel!" Emiri exclaimed, standing up from her chair, quickly running to her sister, and embracing her.
"I missed you so much. And it's good to see Helbrandt again."
"If only we had come home sooner, sister," Emel replied sadly.
"Aye, perhaps we wouldn't have to talk in this vile place, the air reeks of sickness," Helbrandt grumbled.
"I didn't want this to be how we were reunited, Os is hurt bad, and the doctors say his chances aren't great. He rattled his head badly in the crash, and it's causing him to slip in and out of consciousness."
"What has Osman done?" Emel asked, her tone anxious, half wanting to know and half terrified by what Emiri might say
"The palace staff said they hadn't seen him and were worried, so I went looking... He went and visited mama's Mazar*; he was drunk. I saw him sobbing, Em. He looked like a trainwreck, so I confronted him and told him he was letting us down, and he..." Emiri touched her cheek.
Emel noticed the swollen and black mark that flowed across her sister's cheek; it bore the unmistakable signs of a hand lashing out in anger.
"Please don't get mad; he was drunk, and it clouded his Judgement. So he stormed off, realizing what he did, and drove off into the night, accidentally flipping his car, trying to stop the thing from hitting something."
"Did that little bastard give you that mark!?" Helbrandt growled in an outraged voice
"Selfish little bastard! a lesser man would be skinned, but he is allowed..." Emel let her anger trail off as Rifaat entered the room
"Emiri Hanımsultan, I must interrupt to tell you that your car is waiting for you at the hospital's back entrance. And you must be on your way."
"Of course," Emiri said, turning and nodding.
"I need to go, Em; take care of Os. He didn't mean for any of this to happen."
She kissed Emel on the cheek and hugged Helbrandt. "I love you both," Emiri said as she walked out of the room and into the sterile hallway of the hospital.
OOC:
*Mazar- a Mehrabist shrine or enshrined tomb.
*Hanımsultan- title for daughters of sultana or imperial princesses
Co-Written by: Essa/Kozaria/Karzastan(tim)
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