Way to the Glory [Max Verstappen]

Chapter 14 - Protect her at all costs

TW: Hospitls and strong language

Flashback (4 years ago [age 20] 24.12.2018) -->about two months later than at the last flashback

Charles POV

The accident was about two months ago and Angelica still didn't woke up till now. The doctors told us that they can't to anything, because they already gave her less medicament to wake her up. They don't know what exactly happened to her head, maybe if she wakes up, she won't recognize anyone of us. But she didn't even wake up, her survival chances are still really low. The doctors told us that if she doesn't wake up till the end of the year, she will never wake up again. Today is the 24th, christmas and then there are just a few days left in 2018. Normally our family celebrates christmas together, every year, the Gasly's came over to our house in Monaco or we visited them in France. But this year? This year we are all together in Nice, with Angelica. In November she got moved from Italy to the hospital in Nice. Exactly this where also Jules got moved to. At the beginning of the year Angelica told me how much she missed to celebrate a normal christmas. The last years were shaken of all the heavy blows of fate. First Jules dying 2015 and then all the year in which dad's disease got worse, until he died last year. Also Seb, Mick, his Mom Corinna and sister Gina are here with us. They are also all friends with Ane, especially Mick, sadly Michael couldn't come with them.

It was early afternoon when I let myself slide down on the driver's seat of my car. Pierre sat down on the passenger seat, while my two brothers took place on the backseat's. We were the first to visit Angelica today, mom, the other Gaslys and the Schumacher would come later. Pierre and I wanted to have some time alone with her, because we had to leave her often. Since the Frenchman and I are both driving in Formula 1, we had to come to the races. Especially since it is my debut season, I couldn't allow myself to miss out some races. It was a hard decision and even harder to say goodbye to my little sister in hospital. All this just so I could travel in an other country and drove fast cars, in which I risked my life. Maybe some of you call it egoistic, but I just needed distraction. All this bad news, always finding out that nothing changed, all the hospital visits got me down. It even wasn't the fact that my sister is in hospital, more the uncertainity, not knowing if she will survive. Someone of our family always stayed at home and visited her and I always phoned them from wherever I was.

Everytime, there was this spark of hope, beliving she woke up this time and everytime it got crushed. It broke my heart to hear, that she didn't got better and this several times the last two months. This ended that I now just spoke when I had to, I either trained really hard or didn't train at all, because I felt way to exhausted. Sometimes I barely ate and skipped meals. But all this didn't only affacted me. My brothers, Pierre, Anthonie, Adam, Seb, all the Gaslys and of course als my mom weren't fine at all. My normally happy mom who always was joking, full of life and lovely, has completley changed. She lost a lot of weight, had dark shadows beneath her eyes, which also lost there sparkle. She cried many times and often had a completely breakdown. Dad died about a year ago and now she is about to loose her only daughter. So I can assure you, all of our family and closest friends are absolutely sad, tired, depressed. I don't think any word could describe this whole situation.

I steer the car into the parking lot and got up and took the flower bouquet with me. A pretty one with wildflowers, many diffrent colours. It reminded me of Ane, colourful, wild, full of joy and alive, with fast steps I walk to her room, in which she is since one month. The others are following me, but Arthur and Lorenzo sat down, because they wanted to give me and her best friend some time alone. Energetically I open the door and went to her bed. It hasn't changed much since the last time I visited her. There was a table which is flooded off cards, sweets and flowers, while across off the table was the bed. Some machines, which kept her alive beeped and the tubes on her arms hang off the bed. I emptied the vase with dead flowers and filled it with fresh water, in which I placed the new wild flowers.