Even if the sky is falling down - A Volodymyr Zelenskyy fanfiction

Chapter 15 - This is real

He will die. 

I will lose him. 

All that blood... 

Tears run over my face.

This time, it is not a cruel dream. This is real.

Why does it have to end like that?

*Two hours earlier*

It was 10 minutes after midnight. I was patiently waiting at Kyiv Central Station for Volodymyr and his team to come back from their journey to central Europe. The train had a delay of about 15 minutes. They felt like forever. Finally, we could see the train arriving. When Volodymyr stepped out, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I ran towards him and literally jumped onto him. He catched me and pressed me against him. We both did't care what the stuff members and the guards might think. He leaned down to kiss me. 

We had some small talk that I don't remember in retroperspective. He hooked me under and we made our way to the presidential car that should bring us home. It didn't come to that...

The first shot hit Maksim, Volodymyr's first bodyguard. It was a headshot; Maksim didn't have a small chance. He fell down and was immediately dead. 

Volodymyr, acting reflexive, pushed me behind him. 

The second shot hit him. 

Within seconds, he also went down. I followed him to the ground.

First, I didn't realize, where he was hit. 

The guards then also reacted and opened up a gunfire. 

Two of them ran towards us and grabbed Volodymyr under his shoulders. They dragged him over the street to get nearer the car. The car spent more protection from the bullets that still flew around. 

Suddenly, it was over. An unbearable silence set in.

After an uncertain time, I could hear one of the guards shouting into his funkdevice: "The President is hit. We need an ambulance. I repeat: The President is hit."

Then, life came back to me. I started to move and crawled over the street to get near to Volodymyr and the guards around him. "Are you also hit, Ma'am?", one of the guards asked me. "No... I don't think so", I stuttered. 

"Volodymyr... my Vova", I then brought over my lips. I went down to reach him. "Let me touch him, please". "Ma'am, please, stay back. We need to check his injury first", one of the guards demanded. Then he unzipped Volodymyr's jacket and pulled up the pullover he was wearing. I pushed my hands onto my face. There was so much blood...

Within seconds, I got sick and had to vomit. I managed to stand up and make two steps to spit my life out. 

Afterwards, I kneeled back beside Volodymyr. "How bad is it?", I was able to ask. "Belly-shot", a guard answered. "But he is still with us", he added. I took a deep breath.

"Ann-a", Volodymyr suddenly whispered and opened his eyes. "Yes, I'm here. Everything will be alright. I'm here", I said, starting to cry. He reached for my hand and I took it. "It - hurts so much", he then whispered. "Yeah, I know. But you have to keep fighting. Don't give up fighting. The country needs you. I need you", I said, in tears. 

Suddenly, we could hear the sound of the near ambulance.

Then, everything happened very fast. I was pushed aside. Volodymyr was put on a stretcher and the ambulance was leaving. I begged for my life that one of the guards would bring me to the hospital in which Volodymyr was delivered. Finally, one of them let soften himself and drove me. 

It was hard to get any information about Volodymyr's condition. At first, nobody believed that I'm his speech-editor and beyond, a good friend. I didn't say the truth that in fact, I love him, because I didn't want to bring him into a struggle. 

When I finally found out that he undergoes an emergency operation, I had to wait. Wait forever. "It doesn't look quite well", I suddenly could hear a nurse saying to another, leaving the operation room. "Massive internal injuries". 

He will die.

I will lose him.

All that blood...

Tears run over my face.

This time, it is not a cruel dream. This is real.

Why does it have to end like that?

Suddenly, it becomes dark around me.