Another love (zelenskyy fanfic)

Chapter 8 (edited and M)

Author's warning: this chapter has been rated mature because of profanity, graphic sense, and sexual themes. Please skim over these sense if it makes you uncomfortable.

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We go without speaking the rest of the time in the room. Exchanging looks only briefly. As if to say: ' I'm sorry, I care about you too much to stop and check on myself, when you don't have time to do it yourself. Don't blame me for wanting to take something off your shoulders'.

"Ms. Kovalenko, based on the results of your test we are recommending that you rest for the next week." The doctor started flipping through what had to be my chart. "This includes no blue light." The outrage of this request starts to build. I can't do my job, with these restrictions!

"I'm sorry I can't-" I try to protest, before being cut off.

"You can, and you will." Volodymyr interjects.

The urge to snap back at him was real, but how would that look to these doctors? How does any of this look to them?

"Who would do my job?" I asked. There are people capable of doing it down here, but it would suffer. Not many people know about my plan for the account to keep followers informed about what is going on and who he is speaking to.

"Bohan. He already agreed to do it for however long it is needed." He explained, stepping to the foot of my bed. "He said you guys were just talking about the photojournalist feature and said he could keep that moving forward until you come back."

I just nodded, knowing that my opinion did not matter. That the plans had already been set into motion for me not to go into work again, until I'm cleared of this concussion. It's not even like I don't trust Bohan, he knows what he's doing in this field, and knows where my mind is using Volodymyr's platform. I just completely feel useless now. I feel like there's no reason for me to be here. I'm just a burden now.

"Like I was saying, no blue light. We have already spoken with Mr. Zelenskyy about our other recommendations; that we highly recommend you follow. We would like to see you in a week, to reassess your status. But if you have any signs that the concussion is getting worse please come back as soon as possible. With that, you are cleared to return to your quarters." The doctor finally finished his evaluation.

'Mr. Zelenskyy'? What is my owner or something? What could the other recommendations be anyway? They could have just let me know what they were. He has a whole war and country to worry about, he does not need to do this right now. I'm a grown ass woman for god's sake. I can take care of myself for a few days until I'm better.
Once the doctor clears the room, I start to shift to get up. I can go to my room and lay around doing nothing. Before I realize it, Volodymyr appears on my side to help me get up, hand extended, expecting me to grab it. I try my hardest to ignore it. The anger of him just leaving after I woke and him getting snippy with me builds. This won't kill me.

I made it to my feet, no help needed. They had not changed me out of the clothes that I had on earlier, so no need to spend extra time in here getting changed. As I took my first steps, I had to make sure to keep my balance, to prove that I did not need him to do this. He let out a sigh. I tried to keep my laughter to myself.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned.

"Doctors ordered me to go to my quarters." Who the fuck says quarters? I have a room. I'm lucky to have a room, if it's not much of a room. I'll get to know every inch of the space within the next week.

"They recommend you spend your time being observed. I figured you could stay in my room." My head spins to look at him. This is what they don't tell me. He does not even spend all of his time in his room. So, I don't even see the purpose of me spending the time in his room.