Zayn took off the white hoodie he had on and pressed it to where she was bleeding. He put one arm around her, holding her tightly his chest.

"Stay with me, Sunflower. Don't close your eyes."
He whispered caressing her cheeks with one bloody hand. Bloom tried to focus on his voice, she fought to keep her eyes open but she could feel herself detaching from her body.

"Told you I will get to her first. Good luck with saving her. She won't make it, Zayn," Max said from afar.

If he wasn't trying to save the love of his life he would have reached for his gun and put a bullet in every artery in his body. He was too scared to let her go, too terrified to look away from her face, not even a glance.

The rage that coursed through his veins was too intense to control. His thirst for vengeance eclipsed his thoughts. The soft sound that left Bloom's lips snapped him back to reality before him.

"Don't close your eyes, look at me," Zayn whispered.

"I'm not done with you, Santiago."
Max told him before walking away with the red team.

Zayn knew the person in the red team that shot her, Max would only call the best shooter in the Agency for the job and he knew exactly who it was. He felt betrayed, but he knew the Antisam loyalty came first.

"You're dead Caleb!"
Zayn yelled at their retreating forms, the vein in the middle of his forehead jutted out in anger as he spoke.

"You can't do anything to him, he's under full protection now," Max said out loud and cackled. Zayn took a glance at them with a hardened jaw, feeling helpless.

Bloom raised her hand feebly and placed it on Zayn's hand that held the piece of clothing against where she was shot. He turned to look at her and ignored Max.

"Hold this," he told her, placing her hand on the hoodie.

"Put some pressure, okay. You'll be fine, I promise."

He said, smiling at her.

He reached for his phone and dialed 911, he told them he found the President's daughter, and she was critically injured. He hid his gun inside his jeans and waited.

"Stay with me, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," he pulled her to his chest and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm right here, I will always be here," he whispered, crying.

"I love you, I have loved you since the day you smiled at me."

He said and she smiled weakly at him. What more could she ask for? It was the best way to die.

"I never stopped hoping in the impossible, I will always wait for you," he told her caressing her cheeks and urging her to stay awake.

Soon two ambulances arrived with six police cars and the FBI convoys.

He ignored the officers that tried to get a statement from him. Reporters were already arriving with large cameras and microphones.

He followed Bloom into the ambulance with no shirt on, the paramedics refused to let him take Tumika with him into the ambulance. One of the cops took Tumika in his car and followed the ambulance behind.

"I'm right here, hang in there," he whispered and squeezed her hand as the paramedics put on an oxygen mask on her face.

"Keep talking to her," one of the paramedics told him as he tore the piece of material around where she was bleeding with a scissor.

"I have waited so long to get you back, I can't lose you now. Fight it, Bloom," he whispered stroking her hair.

He took a glance at the small heart monitor and kept talking.

"You can put this on," one of the paramedics threw a blue cotton shirt at him.

"Thanks," he mumbled and put it on quickly.

They arrived at the ER a few minutes later. He watched as they rolled her on the stretcher into the emergency ward.

"Do everything you can to save her!"
Zayn yelled after the nurses that took her inside.

His sister ran to him immediately she came out of the car, two other police cars arrived.

"Let's go," he took her hand and went inside the building with her. She held his big hands tightly.

"Sit here," he pointed at the bench in the waiting area.

He kept pacing around the hallway and running his bloody fingers through his hair and cursing under his breath. He ignored the bloodstains all on his body.

He sat next to his sister when the nurse at the reception complained about his loud footsteps from his nonstop movement.
He brought out his phone and texted Nicole telling her what happened. He asked her to come over and take Tumika since it was getting late.

"Will Bloom be okay?"
He heard a soft voice next to him. He looked beside him at who it belonged to, Tumika stared back at him waiting for a response.

"Did...did you...did you just say something?"
He asked facing her, his eyebrows pulled up and his scrutinizing gaze focused on her.

"Yes," she mumbled nodding her head.

"Holy shit!"
He muttered staring at her not sure of how to react to his sister speaking for the first time in years.

"You're shitting me right now," he gasped and laughed in disbelief. Tumika smiled as she watched his lips curve into a genuine smile.

He didn't know if he should get a Doctor, he was speechless for some seconds just staring at her with a wide smile.

"Does your throat hurt?"

"No, I'm fine," she replied touching her throat.

"Do you feel weird?" he asked looking at her closely.

"My voice sounds weird," she said and giggled.

"It's cute," he told her, poking her nose.

"I will throw you a big party when all this is over, I promise."
He said raising his inked pinky finger.

"Promise me Bloom will be there?"
She demanded first.

"I promise, muffin," he said.

She crossed her tiny pinky with his and sealed it with a kiss on both fingers.

There was a little fuss at the entrance of the hospital, they both watched as bodyguards and law enforcement walked in. A slim form was in the middle of the small crowd and shielded like an egg. The President had a scowl on his face as he walked in. Reporters were waiting outside since they were not allowed to come inside the hospital.

"The president of the United States!" An officer announced.

The president adjusted his tailored suit jacket and raised his shoulders in authority and grace. He paused when his eyes met a pair of brown eyes. His jaw hardened, he signaled for his bodyguards around him to stop.

"You! What did you do to my daughter?"

Zayn looked away, ignoring him completely.

"I want him arrested and interrogated. He is one of them, I'm sure," The president told the cops with him.

"He found her, he has to be involved somehow," He added.

"Okay young man, you're coming with us to the station to answer a few questions." One of the cops stepped forward with his handcuffs.

"Seriously?" Zayn asked as they pulled him up.

"Hands on the wall," The police officer ordered.

He obeyed with a scowl, the cop frisked him and found a gun tucked inside his jeans.

"Don't move," the cop pressed him to the wall and collected the gun while another cop pointed his gun at him as if he was a threat.

"Let him go!"
Tumika's small voice yelled.

"He's dangerous, sweetie."The president said to her with a smile.

"Don't fucking say that to my sister!"
Zayn warned.

"Let my brother go!"
She screamed kicking the cop who was already cuffing his wrists.

"It's alright, muffin. I will be back, don't panic."
Zayn told her as she broke down.

"Stay here, Nicole will come and get you. Do you hear me? Stay here, Tumika." Zayn warned.

"Please let him go," Tumika cried.

"I will be fine, stop crying, muffin."

"Where are you taking him!"
She screamed in tears.

"Where people like him belong," the President replied in disgust.

"Wait for Nicole, I'm still going to throw you that party I promise!"
He yelled as they took him away.

She cried deeply as she watched them push him toward the door like a criminal.

"He's not worth your tears, Angel."
The president whispered trying to wipe her tears away.

"Don't touch me! I hate you! You're a monster!" She yelled.

He stepped back with a smile. He walked to the nurse at the reception who composed herself like she was about to have her dream job interview.

"Hi...hello...sorry good evening Sir, no...I meant good evening Mr. President."
She stuttered with a nervous smile.

"I'm here to see my daughter."

"She is still in the ER, they are still operating on her," she informed him.

"If they fail to save her, I'm shutting this hospital down."
He said with an intimidating smile and walked away.

Damian approached the President with his long strides as he walked to an empty seat.

"How is she?" He asked, his face laced with relief and worry.

"She's not out of ER yet," The president told him.

Damian exhaled and ran his palms down his face in distress.

"It's time for you to leave. We found her and she's safe, your job here is done. Make sure you pack all your belongings." The President said.

"But I..."

"Don't worry, I will tell Bloom you stopped by to say goodbye."
The President cut in.

Damian was reluctant to leave, he clenched his fist as he turned to leave.

He turned to look at the little girl who was crying her soul out and all by herself. He looked away and walked to the exit.

||
Nicole's old red Benz pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"Why are they so many people outside? Don't tell me they kicked out all the patients because the President's daughter is here."
Tyra sneered next to Nicole. She surprisingly had asked to come along with her.

"Don't be stupid, they are reporters," Nicole said, removing her key from the ignition.

"Not like it can't happen," Tyra mumbled as they stepped out of the car.

They managed to maneuver their way through the hungry journalists and reporters crowding the entrance to the hospital.

"Hmm...nice bracelet," Tyra said, waving her hands to show Nicole the piece of pearl bracelet she stole from one of the journalists.

"Did you really have to steal it?" Nicole gave her an incredulous look.

"Relax, she won't notice," Tyra said smacking the gum in her mouth and hiding the jewelry in her pocket.

"There she is," Nicole smiled at Tumika as they got closer.

"The asshole is here, pray I don't snap his neck."
Tyra whispered to Nicole when she saw the President sitting opposite Tumika.

"How many guards does he need?"
Tyra asked staring at the amount of security in the building.

"He is the President of the United States, duh."
Nicole whispered.

Nicole paused when she saw the tears in Tumika's eyes and the sound of her sniffling.

"Mimi, what's wrong? Where is Zayn?"
Nicole asked sitting next to her as she moved her hands at a slow pace to do the sign of each word that left her lips.

"Are you friends with Zayn?"
A cop asked stopping in front of them.

"Yes?" Tyra replied with a defensive stance.

"Hands on the wall please, now!"

"What the hell?"
Tyra mumbled.

"Now!" The short cop pressed.

"What the hell is happening?"
Nicole asked as she faced the wall and raised her hands, but Tyra refused.

The cop tried to force her but she punched him telling him not to touch her. Two cops came to help and held her against the wall.

"I will use the taser on you if you try to resist arrest, young lady." One of the cops warned.

Tyra stopped struggling as she saw the taser in his hand. Another police officer came to frisk them.

"Racists!" Tyra screamed.

"They are clean," The cop said to the President.

"Asshole!"
Tyra said looking at the President whose lips quirked into a smile.

"Let's go, Mimi," Nicole took Tumika's small hand.

Tyra raised her middle finger at them as they walked out of the hospital.

Tumika was quiet throughout the ride to their apartment. Liz brought her a glass of her favorite juice, but she refused to drink it.

"Mimi, can you tell us what happened? Do you know where Zayn is?"
Nicole asked calmly doing the sign language with her hands but Tumika stayed still with a sad look.

They put her favorite cartoon and left her alone in the living room. They gathered in the kitchen to talk.

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?"
Liz asked.

"Zayn got arrested?"
Taylor and Nicole guessed.

"Obviously, did you see the way we got frisked," Tyra asked still fuming in rage at what happened.

"He found her, maybe they think he is the suspect?"
Liz said.

"Oh my God, this is bad."
Taylor mumbled, shaking his head in distress.

"Do you think she was there when it all happened?"
Nicole asked, looking at Tumika.

"Yeah, poor thing. She watched her parents being crushed to death, witness Bloom being shot, and now saw them take her brother away. That's too much for a nine-year-old." Liz said.

"We have to find a way to get Zayn back. At the main time, Mimi needs us." Nicole said with a worried expression.

They all nodded and joined Tumika in the living room who was already fast asleep.

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