Pit Stops (Book I-F1 Series)

Chapter Forty Eight

I groaned in pain as i tried to sit up when i saw that I'm in a hospital bed again. Its the third time, and its the third Grand Prix. Why am I this unlucky to experience this.

"Don't move." I heard Mick's voice and my eyes widened as i turned to see him sitting down beside me with Pierre beside him.

"What am I doing here?" I asked Pierre as I disobeyed Mick and sat up from the bed. Im still in my surf suit and that made me uncomfortable. I noticed that the right arm of my suit was cut off just above my elbow and theres a bandage on it.

"You fainted again. Why do you have to do this every Grand Prix?" Pierre joked as i chuckled.

"Maybe I'm not made for Grand Prix." I chuckled. "Maybe I'm made just to stay in Monaco." We both laughed, trying to lighten up the tense mood engulfing us three.

"Marck and Charles are outside talking to the doctors, they already took blood samples from you." Mick stood up from his seat making us shut up. Pierre glared at him as he stood up but I'm glad Mick didn't see it.

"I better tell them you're awake now." Pierre stood up as he squeezed my hand lightly before he finally went out. Mick and I are left in the room with the high tension between us.

"Anne. Please just talk to me." Mick pleaded as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed.  I looked at him anticipating what he'll say as he sighed and took my hand. "What i did was wrong, I should've told you about Lou. I should've told you about what happened."

"Yeah you should've." I said as i looked at him as he nodded. "You know it felt like the world fell down on me when I saw the texts. When i saw the missed calls." He looked at me with his sorry eyes.

"You could've told me that you felt that way Anne, I know that what i did was wrong but i want to know how you feel Anne, you're my girlfriend and I need to know how you feel because not everytime i could understand it."

I sighed as i realized that I am in the wrong in that one, i never should've kept it. Jacque is right, bottling up my emotions is not really a good thing. I looked at his eyes and saw how hopeful he is.

I want to say something, something that could hurt him for good because what i want right now is to be far away from him, far away from the hurt that he is giving me.

"I know I've hurt you. I know there's a slim chance that you'll take me back from what i did, but all i want you to know is that i love you always Anne." He muttered as he took my hand, and I couldn't get myself to pull it away.

I just looked away, as much as i want to hurt him for what he did, I can't bring myself to. There's still a part of me that I want to be happy with him.

There was a knock on the door which made me finally pull away my from his hold. I felt empty.

"Anne?" I heard my brother's voice as Marck and Charles entered with a doctor. She smiled as she saw me.

"I should better go." Mick said as he stood up from the hospital bed when he saw my brother who is completely overwhelmed with what's happening with me.

"No you should stay. You should hear what will the doctor say." Marck muttered as he leaned on the doorframe, Charles silently sat on the foot of the bed as he reached for my hand, holding it tightly like bracing me for the doctor's announcement.

She smiled as a nurse entered and handed her the hospital chart and my heart sank. Do i have a terminal illness or something, i can feel my nerve racking from the tension in the room as I held onto Charles for support.

"I already told this to your brother, but he wants me to say this to the both of you." She looked at Mick and I. "You're pregnant Anne." The doctor said as my eyes widened. "Six weeks to this day." I saw Charles head lowers as the news sinks in me.