Charles Leclerc | Formula 1

Thirty

I wake up and adjust to the bright light in the room. "Where am I?" I ask as I recognize I'm not in my room.

I'm not with Charles either.

Lena rush over and take my hand. "Honey, you're awake!" Lena says relieved and I see the fresh tears on her cheeks.

"What happened?" I ask confused. "You crashed. Someone drove into you, the guy tried to get around you and he drove straight into you" Lena says and Pierre comes up to the bed too.

"Hey" Pierre says softly. He had a pained expression his face.

"Where is Charles? I was supposed to meet him—" I say and pause as I see their faces.

Pain, guilt and shame. That's what their faces screamed.

"What happened?" I ask knowingly. "He flew to the next race earlier" Pierre says and bites the inside of his cheek.

The accident came nowhere near the pain I was feeling as the words left Pierre's mouth.

"W-What?" I ask and feel tears escapes my eyes.

"He knows about the accident. He just chose to fly out earlier" Lena spat angrily.

"How? Why? Why would he do that? I was on my way to meet him" I say confused.

Pierre looks down and shakes his head. "I don't know" Pierre says and Lena scoffs.

"Try and call him, see what he has to say" Lena says and hands me my phone.

I look at her unsure, but eventually decide to press his name and call.

Pierre and Lena looked at me with a hopeful glint in their eyes.

"This is Charles Leclerc. I can't get to the phone right now, but please leave a message after the....beep" I feel my heart sink and I hang up.

Pierre and Lena swallows the lumps in their throats and almost winces at the pain of it.

"I see" I mumble and turn off my phone.

"Maybe he will text later? Or call back we don't know" Lena tries.

"We both know he's not" I say and she gulps and takes my hand in hers.

"We're here for you" Lena let's me know and I nod.

"When can I get discharged?" I ask and look up at them.

"Tomorrow I think, I will get a nurse" Pierre offers and I nod.

Pierre leaves the room and Lena sighs. "I can't believe he would do this to you" Lena says in disbelief.

"Lena. I love you. But I don't want to talk about him. Let's not mention him again. Or this. Please" I beg her.

She looks at me with a knowing look before sighing in defeat. "Okay, I promise" Lena says.

"Thank you"

Next thing I know, Victor, my mom and father walks in. "Daniella!" Victor calls out in relief as he sees me awake and he runs up to me and hugs me.

I freeze as I see my father. His face. What he did came back to me.

I close my eyes and hug Victor back tightly. "Are you okay? What happened?" Victor asks with fresh tears in his cheeks.

"I crashed" I say and Victor release a small chuckle at my lack of explaining.

"Obviously. What did Charles say about his car?" Victor asks me carefully.

Oh god. His car. My eyes widened and I turn to Lena in panic.

"Yeah, it's uhm, it's done" Lena says and I feel a certain guilt. I crashed his Ferrari.

Fuck.

"I'm sure it's gonna be okay" Victor says and looks up at our parents who stand in each side of bed.

"I know how you feel about it, but we were all worried" Victor says and I nod.

"Well, I'm okay. So..." I say and my father nods shortly.

"I will go back to the hotel" He says to Victor and he nods before leaving. Our mother glares at him as he does so.

"How do you feel?" She asks me as she comes up to me. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck" I admit and Victor and mom chuckles.

"The nurse is coming to check up on you" Pierre says as he walks into the room.

"Pierre! Darling!" My mother calls out and pull the French man into a hug.

Lena and I look at each other and laugh.

"I'm sorry about earlier" Victor suddenly says. "I talked to mom, I read the divorce papers and trial papers" Victor says and I nod.

"It's okay" I say and pull him into another hug.

"I can't be mad at dad, but I'm not mad at you either" Victor says and I nod once again. I respect his choice.

"I'm glad" I say and smile.

The nurse comes in and break the talking and she checks me.

"You have two fractured ribs, a mild concussion and a fractured wrist. You can leave in the afternoon. Everything looks good besides that" She tells me and I nod.

"Good, I'm ready to get the hell out of here" I say to Lena and she snorts.

A few hours later, Victor, Lena and Pierre were sleeping across the room, I had fallen asleep too.

I was just sleeping time away till I could get discharged.

I kept thinking about Charles. I trusted him, I loved him and I told him that.

I convinced myself that it had been too much for him to handle even though he had said it first.

Then my thoughts ran to his car, what if that is why he left? Because I wrecked his million dollar Ferrari?

Maybe he was angry? Maybe he hated me now.

He told me he loved me and when he was told the news of my crash he left earlier, without checking up on me, without telling me.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have trusted him? How could I have let myself love him? Fall for him this hard?

I opened my eyes and felt the brutal reality hit me. I cried silently not wanting to wake anyone.

It hurt every time I took a breath, my ribs felt like they were crushing me, shrinking in.

I shut my eyes closed and clench my jaw at the sharp pain.

I immediately stop crying due to the pain and I take Victor's hand in mine.

I needed them, now more than ever.