𝐄𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡. ||𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫.

7| Nasty scar

"And that's all about it." Ophelia put her stethoscope back into her bag.

Carlos's heartbeat was calm and steady, she'd taken notice of it when she had examined him after the race. It beat strong enough to send the blood through the entirety of his body and even she could feel it pump beneath her hands.

The examination room was empty this evening, the other medics and drivers had been long gone and all that was left was Carlos and Ophelia who ended up conversing.

She'd learned that the man who resembled Jules had been present the night at the bar, and that Pierre had an affinity for sleeping in a bed that isn't his. Carlos told her about his win in Silverstone and their escapade to France; occasionally laughing at her reaction.

She'd told him too, about Maëlys and about that night, about the Uber then the hotel room; while leaving behind all details related to their suspicious closeness.

He'd rub the back of his neck and look away in nervousness, his face dyeing itself a slight red; almost like a child caught in the scenes of his own malice.

Carlos cleared his voice

"What will you do now?" He asked.

"Right now? Continue to fill some reports and then go to my room," Ophelia replied while taking off her glasses. "You should go get some rest, you have a big race tomorrow."

"You worked hard today too. You should rest."

His words startled her.

"I haven't done anything."

"You've done enough," he smiled.

A genuine smile.

"I'm leaving you to your work, wouldn't like to bother you any further."

Carlos made his way to the door, he took one glance back before walking through it.

"Good evening, Ophelia."

He'd called her by her name.

Ophelia.

She didn't reply to him, or maybe she did and didn't notice her own actions. But either way she was standing like a fool in the middle of the empty room, her eyes still on the door that closed slowly behind Carlos. Her attention snapped back to her desk and the sheets of paper waiting to be filled.

She sighed and got back to her seat.

It didn't take her long to get her work done, after all there wasn't much to say.
Blood analysis came out in the norms, heartbeats were steady and there was no worrying signs that could hint on any potential threat.

To say the least, they were rather healthy and in shape.

Maybe working in the sports field wasn't so bad? Surely the accidents that happened were not what she'd usually deal with but they were pretty uncommon compared to the pressure hospitals were under.

Ophelia had finished packing her bag and locked the door behind. She was tired, but she didn't feel like going back so soon; so she decided to take a look around the paddock.

It wasn't as full as it was the morning she came. People had left and most workers were preparing their departure, the many quarters were almost empty now if it weren't for the engineers and mechanics doing their check ups.

From where she was she could see them hovering above a car. Even beneath the shadows of the buildings, it dimly glowed, reflecting the lights of a setting sun.
The car was blue, a dark blue that grazed blackness. Its front was a mixture of red and yellow and above its cockpit was painted a red beast.