I am Ukrainian🇺🇦. (A VLODYMYR ZELENSKYY FANFIC)

Chapter 3

I woke up 2 days later feeling miserable and everything was hurting, I was exhausted and just wanted to go home. I could feel a pressure on my legs and knew by instinct it was Judge. It took me a minute to get my head together enough to register that someone was sitting next to me holding my left hand. Judge by now new I was awake and gave a soft bark to wake the visitor from his sleep. It was dark so I had no concept of time. I felt bad that Judge woke him. But then I looked up and there was this huge beautiful smile on Emmanuel's face. I smiled back and said "Hi". He simply said "Hi welcome back, can I get you something? A nurse maybe? Doctor?" I shook my head no and grabbed his arm before he could walk out to get them. He turned back around and said "whatever you need it is yours" I told him water. He smiled again and went over to the side table, pored some water in the glass. Put a straw inside. Since I was already in a sitting position he carefully handed me the glass. "told me small sips you were out for a while if you drink too much you will feel sick" I took a sip and a large breath. Then another sip and told him "thank you".

He put the glass down next to me on the table and came to sit down right next to me. I felt extremely uncomfortable so I looked at my hands in my lap. He took my hands in his and said "Will you please look at me?"

I looked up but he could sense I was nervous. He said "I know we haven't talked about this before but I won't hurt you I just want to be your friend okay nothing more, nothing less. Please don't be afraid of me." Now he had my full attention what did they tell him about the marks on my body? Did they tell him about the cancer? He is the president he could easily get that information if he so pleased.

I carefully and almost as a whisper asked "They told you didn't they?" Emmanuel now slipped his hand to my cheek, I pulled away at first. But the way he looked at me calmed me down. It was his turn to look down now. He simply said "Yes, they told me but I don't understand at all. Why wont you let them help you?“ I took a deep breath pulled his had down even if it brought me comfort. Nobody had ever done that to me. So it was new and I loved it but.....this was me. And people dont care remember. He probably wants something from me, my mind reminded me.

"Because I don't want to" I simply answered. "But why?" He asked again. "Lekeumia is treatable you are young and have a good chance on survival why won't you fight? Don't you want to get married have a family someday?" I sighed looked up to him when I started talking "firstly bold of you to assume that I want to survive and secondly No thank you I don't want any of those" I could see that took the wind right out of him. He walked back to the bed now. I am afraid that I don't understand he says as he sits down. "Yes and I pray you never will either" I answered.

Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere he went to last resort. "Give me a good explanation why not and I will not ask again and respect your choice but please Jorja I beg you reconsider this"

At this moment I had enough. I yelled at him "fine ok fine how is this for a reason? I don't want treatment because I am better off dead than alive. Or how about this is my carma or that I deserve this. Or how about because people like me we are only here to be used and hurt and steped on by others not once taking us into account. How about I am tired and I just want rest. I am tired of lies, faking a smile, telling people I am ok when I am falling appart. Being stabbed in the back then being accused of doing it to myself. I'm just done ok Emmanuel D-O-N-E. DONE. I have no energy left I have no will to live left. I know nobody care so why should I? Is that a good enough reason for you MR. President? " I ask not even looking up to notice the tears running down his face. Its just silent. Even Judge layed back down. Then he sat next to me again " Please look at me he requested in a almost whisper" I looked up at him and the tears were freely falling from his face now. I realized he had been crying for a while he was full on sobbing. He simply came forward and hugged me. I did not hug back. I knew what hugs were but never had received one that didn't leave me injured. He could feel me freaking out and simply held me tightly and whispered I wont hurt you I promised you before reminding me of his earlier words. I decided to go with the flow and hugged him back. I realised in that moment as I could still feel the tension in his body, tears falling on me and the almost hiccups in his breathing that I had really hurt him, but the most important realization came with his next words. "Fight for me then..... please" he whispered in my hair. I thought I heard him wrong so I didn't answer. He pulled back from me looked me in my eyes and said "Fight for me then please!" I was confused at the request and asked him why? "Because I want to get to know you better. I want to have fun with you. I want to see you have fun with me and Bridget and meet our children and grand kids. I want to teach you things about me. I want you in the front row when I make a speech or see you laughing at something stupid I did. I want to see you play with Judge in the garden at Élysée. I want to cheer you up when you are sad and I promise I will teach you how to trust, love and be inlove with life again. Please just give me a chance. I promise you that I will never leave you and always be right there when you need me. So please fight for me" It was my turn to cry now. He hugged me again. And I whispered into his shoulder ok. Ok I will fight for you. I will give you one chance. Manu please don't waste my time.

I could feel the tension in his shoulders relax. He pulled back again this time holding me his pinky finger I hooked it with my left pinky and he said "I pinky promise no lies, no more hurting you, no more using you for selfish gains and nothing bad. Only love from now on forward." with his right hand he made a cross over his heart and said "cross my heart". I smiled at how childlike and innocent the promise was but something in me believes every single word. And realization sets in maybe he is serious maybe he can be my first real friend.