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

Chapter 31

"Wladimir, I don't know if you can hear me but please wake up. You are scaring me right now. Please, please wake up."
Emmanuel pleaded softly.

Wladimir remember clutching his chest as he felt a deep pain inside, it felt like his lungs were ripping open with every breath and it made it difficult to breathe. But the memory seemed so far away.

Emmanuel stared down at Wladimir's pale face, he looked smaller and fragile unusual and foreign to the big force of a man he normally was.

Although he was breathing on his own he wasn't in need of an oxygen machine to breathe for him, he was surrounded by various beeping technologies, and impaled and probed by many different forms of metal.
It was disconcerting.

Emmanuel layed his hand on Wladimir's head with kiss following.

"I will be back ok Wladimir. I have to go check on Jorji and Vova but I will be back I promise. Please be awake when I return. Vitali is here if you need someone." Emmanuel whispered softly.

Vitali hadn't moved in hours, he remained perfectly still in the corner just staring, he hadn't spoken since the phone call from Emmanuel, and he hadn't yet stopped tearing up. It did not feel real. It all felt like a horrible nightmare.

He stared at his best friend, his baby brother.

How could he not have seen this coming?

Perhaps he knew deep down that something was wrong, he just never actually knew. They were close their whole lives. Even closer since this damn unnecessary war. He wasn't a private man, and he wasn't afraid of his feelings, he loved Wladimir and his family fiercely, he just wanted everything to return to normal.

Whatever normal was these days. He did not know anymore.

God he had been such a mess lately, a stoic mess. Since the fire and Vova and Jorji got hurt.

It was at this moment that Vitali realised: It wasn't only Jorja and Vova that died that day, Wladimir had died with them, or a piece of him did anyways. The acting out, the yelling at random small things, Throwing stuff, punching walls and at times people. It was all a cry for help.

Vitali sat next to Wladimir with his hand gripping Wladimir's, as if, if his grip loosened he would fade away, needless to say he kept it firmly placed.

He only moved the rest of his body when he had to wipe his eyes and nose, he had not yet stopped crying, and would occasionally sob loudly for Wladimir , and for Vova and for Jorji and for everyone he'd ever loved that left him. He needed his brother to be ok.

He was trying to be brave, trying to be a grown up about it all. But he was just so fed up of everybody always leaving him, or at least trying to. Like their parents, his best friend, their grandparents. This damn unnecessary war taking so many innocent people.

Non-verbally praying that Wladimir would awake up soon, and they could make life better for them all....

Andrii sat by Wladimir's bedside. Although he was not completely sure how one should act in a "friend's" near-death experience, he tried his best to at least be appropriate.

Guilt was a relatively new feeling for Andrii , he just never thought he would feel it.

"I will keep watching him. I'll call if he wakes. Don't you have some poor soul to strangle or something?" Vitali asked almost at a whisper.

"I don't strangle, that's boring... And probably, but I don't want to."Andrii answerd

Vitali's mouth somewhat opened in surprise at hearing these words come out of Andrii's mouth. So he did enjoy being a dick.

He pulled out a 50 bill and held it high in front of his face so Andrii could see it.

"You can keep the change if you get me a coffee." Vitali said

"Yea alright, mocha?" Andrii asked.

Vitali shook his head, he wanted to try and stay alert,

"Black, strong, lots of sugar." His request finalised with a small but false smile.

Andrii headed out the room wordlessly, at least he was being helpful.

Upon his return, Andrii discovered Vitali very much asleep in the visitor's chair.

He placed his coffee to the side and took his back with him to his corner. Placing the puzzle book on the floor, Andrii sat back.

He was also soon dreaming away, in a room with two other unconscious males.

All hopefully sleeping soundly, and peacefully or so he hoped.

When Emmanuel walked back into the room he could not help but smile at the sight before him.

Vatali was sleeping with his head on Wladimir's chest. Andrii was curled up in a ball the courner.

He took his jacket and covered Andrii. Then he took the blanket and covered the 2 Klitschko brothers. How they even fit on the small bed he did not know but it was such a sweet picture.

Emmanuel smiled gave them each a kiss on the head and walked out of the room. He needed coffee and something to eat.

Vitali was having a dream. He remembered the day Wladimir walked into his office with 2 kids he did not know. The little girl he tought he recognized from a few photos through the years but he just was not sure. As he went to hug his brother he pushed him back saying "wait a minute" Vitali was confused at this but waited.

Wladimir unzipped his jacket and took out a sweet little 4 week old baby boy.

Vitali took the baby from him happy playing with him. Until he said "So you are a nanny now? War changed you brother "

" No, sit on your ass because you will drop the baby if I tell you. " Wladimir joked.

Wladimir whispered in Kaya's ear and told her to tell Vitali that it is Vova's son.

Vitali's jaw hit the floor. Thats when there were a knock at his door. Wladimir got up and opened it. The smaller man hugged him and walked right on in. The girls ran to him and cuddled him. He told Wladimir that he was going home and he's cooking if he wanted to come over.

Wladimir accepted. He loves Vovas cooking. He told him to bring Vitali with. He then took the baby from him.

Kaya old her dad she was going with uncle Vova. He smiled and gave her a kiss.

Vitali was speechless.