Amir's POV;
I shoved past everyone and got the needed supplies, ignoring whatever the short shit had to say, I started cleaning up his leg, I heard a wince noise come from him, I mean I get it this shit hurts.
I continued cleaning it and eventually wrapped it, standing back up and watching as he got up and huffed about how "someone under him wasn't listening"
"Someone UNDER you? I'm like, above you actually. Well.. height wise.." I started laughing, slapping my hand over my mouth as I struggled to keep a straight face and calm down, I saw the pout of disapproval appear on his face.
"Oh don't be so sad short stuff. I mean... at least you're above me career wise? And second, your leg'll be fine if you keep it clean. Do not let it get dirty you jerkwad. Or we will have issues." I got stern again, but a small grin appeared on my face as I was thinking back to what I said before. Holy shit I was on fire today.
"Hoping you kept my number, You eye strain."
Bomb's pov:
I pulled out the piece of paper and waved it around, "I never left it" I smiled, though my smile was meant to be cocky- it didn't appear that way.
Oh well, as long as he doesnt think anything of it. I quickly thanked Amir and limped out of there. I have a race this afternoon. I can't race like this, and that's upsetting.
once I made it back to my trailer, I did the only logical thing... I took the bandages off. There's a nice tingling feeling when the fresh breeze hits an open wound- or maybe I just enjoy pain, do I have a pain kink?! ... I'm joking, obviously.. almost had you, huh. you are nasty.
I didn't even replace the bandages, I just grabbed a sewing kit and sewed up what would take a long time to heal. it won't be noticeable at all. I'll just tell Amir I healed quickly if he asks.
I threw the bandage in the trash and continued signing random stuff, there was only 2 hours before it was time for the race.. I just hope my car is ready by then.
Amir's POV;
I went back and started finishing up the car, I added some things to make it run smoother, so if he hits the side rails it won't just automatically stall and shut down on him.
I'm not telling him about that though, I doubt he'll care. But, I thought back to that smile he had earlier, it seemed genuine enough.
As I was thinking about that, and basically zoning out, I kept my hand in one place for a little too long.
I work without gloves, it makes it easier to get into the nooks and crannies. But, I held my hand there for too long, and it burned.
A slight seething sound was heard, before I quickly moved my hand away, ignoring the burn for now. I had to get this done, there was only 2 hours before the race and I had a whole bunch of things I wanted to add.
I hope he notices the changes, I'm fixing everything he's messed up by crashing. And It's almost done, I hate to admit it but I'm excited for his reaction, although I know deep down he's probably going to complain.. or, maybe he'll be nicer about it.
I looked back at my hand, I was going to have to wait to take care of my burn though, a blister was already forming. So, I did the only thing I could do in that moment, I ignored it!
Bomb's pov:
It was almost time, the cars were already loaded onto the track, yet here I was in the dressing room. I put on my neon blue jacket that violently clashed with my hair. Again it was chilly out, but I guess that wouldn't matter for long once I start driving.
