When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

13. i love you

Recovering.

Callum was recovering, atleast that's what they told him. Mick noticed no signs of recovery, he just hoped for the best. Juan hadn't left their side for once after he came to the hospital. Mick and Juan had discussed Callums possibilities to suffer from amnesia when he wakes up from his coma. or if he wakes up. all the doctors said amnesia is not possible, cause the damage is not that bad. h really didn't believe them, but he knew he would never handle Callum's amnesia. they've gone through too much. would it be the so called breaking point.

Mick had so little of hope it was miserable. Of course he knew how strong Callum was but the impact could've been stronger. No one knows really and Mick isn't even sure if he wants to know.

Mick had called through Callum's family members and other friends. The calls were horrendous,full of tears and blessings and whatever comes to mind when someone you love is in coma.

Mick had absolutely no idea what was going on inside his head. Maybe he should visit the paddock explain little more to everyone but it also meant revealing their relationship without Callums consent and that was not happening. maybe he could tell what happened without the kiss? but then it wouldn't make any sense.

he knew very well he could trust everyone. atleast max, charles, esteban and sebastian with this. not to mention Callum's friends, they were all trustworthy but still it felt so wrong doing it without Callum. everything felt wrong without him. would he understand Juan cuddling with him.

he wa stressing out cause he was scared and didn't know what to do, he was so lost really. he was really fucking tired and hungry. he had no fucking energy just, he didn't. he had no time to take care of himself whn callum wasn't there fully. he was without him everytime he left the hospital room and everytime it felt more and more wrong leaving him there all by himself surrounded with strangers.

but mick was deparate for good sleep and one long warm shower. he needed it all. he just couldn't. he didn't even realize it was race day. he had no idea what dya it was or when has he last slept but it's definitely been unhealthy long. he hasn't even had a full meal in days, he felt so fragile. so helpless, hopeless and vulnerable.

if even one person right now would walk in and ask him how is he, he would loose it all. he just felt like he needed to be treated like a piece of glass. then on the other hand he misses everyone, he misses max, esteban, lance. just everyone really. he craves for max' hugs, estebans jokes, lances caring self and everything. he misses the paddock so much, just every single person on the paddock and in haas and ferrari. he missed his home. the paddock.

words couldn't tell how much he has learnt from everyone in his rookie year. it was soon over, the whole year was soon over and he couldn't believe it. he was gonna miss everyone over the winter break. hope he'll be able to spent few days with esteban or max, maybe lance and seb.

Mick must've fallen asleep around sometime while he was deep down in his thoughts head laying next to Callum on the hospital bed cause he felt his eyes opening when he noticed the smell of rich espresso and a tuna bagel. someone must've came into the room, he couldn't work out who it was. his neck was sore, eyes heavy, lights almost blinding and the place still felt weird.

"Mick are you there, i got you a cup of coffee and a bagel. I heard from JMC you've been here all weekend. I thought maybe I could distract you from this miserable hospital life for five minutes and tell you what happened on the race? If you're interested. I could also take you the hospital and could maybe change clothes and take a shower? Maybe a nap."

It was who else than Max Verstappen, always his ass taking care of him. Mick owns Max so much, he always looked out for him. Max was there when he was scared of the dark in their first sleepover when they were 13. Now he is here while Micks boyfriend is in coma and Mick has lost himself. No one else would've done it for him.