Racer 404 || (dnf)

3• Aleged apologies

(Sapnaps POV)

It's 11:36pm on what was supposed to be a normal Saturday. My jumpsuit itches more than usual. Right over the collarbone i have already scratched my skin raw. Nerves from events of the race bubble in my skin as the time passes by slower than usual. With every nurse that passes by the door of the hospital waiting room my eyes follow them, begging in my head that they will burst in here and say dream is okay.

The waiting rooms lights deprive my vision, the plasticky chair causing my skin more irritation than the anxiety that fills my body up right to my finger tips. My hands are cold and uncontrollably shaking with the thought of dream not being okay.

The rain outside weeps around the happy family's that leave with good new, but mirrors the other people who leave with a bowed heads. I pity them, trying to bring my attention away from dream to let my mind rest for a minute.

Karl followed me here to the hospital as i traveled right on the tail of the ambulance that held both Dream and the other boy in. The skin around my fingers turn red raw from me biting them so viciously as well as my eyes being so sore and puffy from crying the moment I was cut from dreams contact, I must look unrecognisable. 

Karl's puffy curls tickle my chin slightly, he's been passed out for the past half hour after comforting me all the way here. I don't blame him but I silently admit to myself that I like his sweet company...especially due to this situation. His and my scruffy race jumpsuits are still coated from top to bottom in dry mud and dust, the colour of both are dimmed down massively from the dirt. 

The waiting room we are sat in and what looks like where we will end up sleeping tonight is empty apart from us two and three other staff members from the accident. It must be a horror for anyone passing by, to see a room filled with stressed out and sleep deprived racers who are covered in mud, dust and oil from the cars they drive.

The seat next to me on my left is occupied by both mine and dreams helmet. His coated in a layer of thick black dust from walking into a literal pit of fire. Colours that used to be shades of green on his are disappearing slowly from the amount of uses. Not much uses left from the look of it.

Next to his my helmet looks like it could fit a child. I'm never standing next to his tall figure again. I think to myself, a smile creeping onto my tear stained face.

A small yawn fills the silent void as Karl begins waking up for the second time tonight. He fell asleep earlier but woke up to distant screams of the ward we were sent to. His hands reach up to rub his eyes in an attempt to get used to the lights that bore into anything and everything around us.

His weight lifts from my right shoulder, taking the comforting warmth with it. I stay silent, giving him a chance to fully wake up as I secretly hope he had stayed there longer. I long for the feeling of his warmth against my skin. With his sweet bright smile he brings an unknown feeling of happiness into this dull night.

My face rests onto my fist as my back gets turnt to the helmet i was so lost in thought about earlier. My other hand reaches up with no hesitation to stroke his soft conditioned, brunette curls. His smile reaches my gaze as I retract my hand slowly before my voice becomes the only sound behind the closed door of the waiting room.

"Feeling any better sleepy head?"

My question lingers into the stuffy rooms air as he stretches out his arms and back.

"I should be asking you that sap...I'm sorry for falling asleep I was trying to comfort you but I didn't even realise how tired I was."

His voice like an angelic angle sings into my ears delightfully. Apologising like the kind soul he is for the wrongs he never did.