50 Paramedics

Linda rushed to his side, shaking him slightly, the grip of fear tightening around her. “Vladimir?” “I’m not dead. Not yet,” he groaned, bringing his hand to rub his forehead. “Don’t say that,” she scolded him, using another piece of cloth to wrap the wound. “You are not going to die,” she reassured him. Vladimir held her hand in his palm, gasping for air. “Linda?” “I’m right here,” she said, offering comfort in the face of uncertainty. “Damn it! This pain!” Vladimir groaned. “I need you to understand that no matter what transpires, my love for you is everlasting,” he mumbled. “Even as my last breath draws near, my heart continues to fall for you.” “You won’t die, Vladimir. I won’t allow myself to mourn your death,” she affirmed. “Ah! Ah!” He winced in pain while attempting to sit up. “Stay still. Moving will only exacerbate your suffering,” she urged, moving to his side. He placed his head on her lap as he stared at the sky. “The pain is consuming me. I’m not sure how long