𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜~

"Who would have thought that he ever could be this quiet. Maybe, we should anaesthetise him more often..." I can hear a distant voice say. Then different laughter, two or three. My head hurts so bad. I can hear my own heart drum in my ears, I think I can even hear my blood run through my veins. I want to continue to sleep, getting the huge tiredness away. At least I can feel my arm again and it doesn't hurt. Something I really appreciate from him.

Did I really just talk about my arm in third person? Yep, I did but it just happened. Why am I talking like that? Even my inner voice sounds squeaky and dazed. I think it is the remaining painkillers in my blood. "Come on, go back to the hotel and get some sleep!" I can hear a male voice suggest, sounding very caring. I think it is Lorenzo. Is it Lorenzo? I mean the voice sounds like the one that always read bedtime stories to me and Arthur as we were little. So, I assume that's him. What is he doing here? He should be with Arthur in the garage to support him in his race. Did he leave our little brother alone? That is fucking mean!

"No, I will stay here and wait. I'm fine!" I hear a female voice say. That is Y/N. To hundred percent. I could pick her voice out of a mass of thousands of people. She is here! She held her promise! God, how I love her. I think I should tell her that. I should tell her that I can't live a single second without her anymore and want her to be mine for the rest of our life's. That I love her laughter and her beautiful blue eyes. That I nearly can't breath when she is near, always getting butterflies when she talks and could listen to her voice the entire day. I also want to tell her that I love her touch and that I want to cuddle with her for the rest of my life. I also want to say that I'm fucking jealous of Max, that he can touch and sleep with her.

"Come on, you should at least get a little energy boost after staying up the entire time!" Lorenzo tries again. That is so cute, he cares for here like he always does for me and Arthur. I want to open my eyes and look at this scenario, look at two of the most important people in my life but I can't. My eyes won't open. I feel tired, very tired. I would like to open my eyes and just watch, no talking, just watching, but it won't work. I don't know why.

"Ok, then I will get you something!" My brother gives up, half defeated, and I can hear how a chair slightly scratches over the linoleum floor. "Take Lance and Lando with you! They are still sitting in the waiting room." I can hear my Angels voice again. Now I understand why Max called her that. She looks like send from heaven and takes care of you like a guardian angle. I can hear footsteps walk through the room and a door open and close again. Then there is silence.

"When will he wake up? It's been so many hours." I hear a shaky voice, it's a different one than the ones I heard until now. Who else is in the room? Why can't I open my fucking eyes? God, my body feels so limb, I can feel everything but can't move anything. I'm a bit scared but definitely in good hands now. I want to say something but my tongue feels so heavy and unmovable. I try to move, make a noise or even let my eyes flutter slightly but nothing works out.

"Ohh Arthur... don't cry, he will be ok." I can hear
Y/N's soft voice. "Come here..." She adds and I can hear how another chair scratches over the floor. Some sniffs echo through the room and I can tell that my brother is now laying in her arms. The sniffles and sobs turn a bit louder and suddenly I can hear Y/N hum. She tries to calm him, which is so cute and wonderful from her. She has a big heart for everyone. I instantly recognise her humming... 'Adore You' by Harry Styles. I didn't knew you could actually hum this song but it sounds like Y/N actually manages to do that. I feel butterflies make loopings in my stomach. She remembers.

I try to make a noise and it finally works out. "Thur...thur..." I push the soft tones out. "Charles... Charlie!" I hear Arthur sob and suddenly a hand gripping mine. It is his, warm and sweaty like always. His hand in mine just like old times when I took it to comfort him. I can hear them stand up. Why are my hearing senses so good? Probably, because I can't use any other.