Formula 1 One-Shots (II) REQUESTS CLOSED!

Daniel Ricciardo

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Concentrated I dance through the steps of the choreography to the music and count the tact in my head. I have been training for a few hours now but have a mistake in my moves at the same time over and over again and because of that I don't allow myself to take a break and keep dancing through the whole act again. Daniel will pick me up soon and until then I want everything to be perfect. Just a few seconds later the step comes where I made a mistake every time, I practise it. But this time it works out almost perfectly and I feel relieved, letting my face relax from the pure concentration. I take some swing for the spin, but when I spin around my ankle twists, and I hear an unpleasant sound followed by a snap which gives me goosebumps.

I fall onto the ground and hold my foot. "Fuck!" Slapping my hand against the ground I try to let out my pain. My foot is pounding and the pain spreads from the ankle up my leg. I can barely hold back my tears and I don't know why stuff like this keeps happening to me. Taking a deep breath, I try to shove the pain away and for a moment it does help, but I still don't want to stand up.

Some minutes passed by and the pain in my foot changed from a stinging one to an unpleasant pounding. Unhappily I scrunch my face and because my phone is on the other side of the room, I can't kill the time with it. More minutes pass and then the door opens. At first, Daniel looks confused because the room is completely silent, but then he spots me on the ground holding my injured foot.

"What happened?" His eyes widen in concern, and he closes the distance between us with some big steps. He kneels beside me and grabs my foot.

"I twisted it, and I heard a snap." I explain to him and need to hiss in pain when Daniel takes off the shoe and the socks. This hurts like hell!

"A snap is never a good sign. You probably ruptured the ligaments." Daniel gives his expertise and we both look down on my foot which is slowly turning to a blue colour.

"Dam it." I mumble, looks like I will not be able to go to the next competition. When Daniel tries to grab my foot another time, I slap his hand away and he looks at me outraged.

"Keep your hands away, this hurts." I whine at him and scrunch my eyebrows together, which gives me a rather stern look.

Daniel just lifts his hands in defence. "You don't have to hit me; I will not touch it again." Then he stands up. "Seems like we have to cancel the picnic and drive to the doctor." He says but doesn't look disappointed but just worried about me. I pull an unenthusiastic face, I don't like going to the doctor, but it seems like this time I have no choice.