𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎

~𝚈/𝙽~

I feel warm. The sun is burning down onto my skin and I can feel how my exposed arms and neck are turning brown, even though the window glass is between me and the sun. My head is resting on my underarms while adjusting on my chair. It is so comfortable, I never want to leave this spot. I am slowly drifting off into sleep again as I hear a whisper.

"Y/N... hey..." A male voice whispers into my direction and suddenly a hand lays on my right arm. I startle, I didn't expect the contact. My eyes adjust to the bright white room and I realise that I'm still in Charles hospital room. I fell asleep while watching over him as he slept. I am still so worried about him but try to hide it from everyone else, especially him.

I straighten myself up from the edge of his bed on which I had rested my arms and head. I feel comfortable because my ass hurts so much on this chair that I don't even feel the pain anymore. Sitting on them since Sunday evening, having Tuesday late morning now. I look at Charles hand that still lays on my upper arm, letting his thumb trace little patterns into my skin. His other arm still in the sling and the blanket, that I pulled up to his armpits, still giving him warmth.

I look up into his green sleepy eyes. "Have you slept enough?" His raspy voice asks. I get goosebumps. His voice sounds so exhausted and sleepy but also caring and cheeky. His question sounds so reproachful but his tone doesn't match to it. I don't know what he feels. "Sorry, I must have fallen asleep..." I excuse myself. I didn't wanted to let him alone. Ok, I mean I didn't let him alone completely, he just had to wake up to me being asleep on his bed. I shouldn't have done that.

He only was near me because of the pain and the painkillers but now, without them, he probably just sees me as his mentors and old friends little sister again. I mean I thought I felt something between the two of us and were very pleased and happy that he fully trusted me as he was in dazing pain but as I thought about it, sitting in this chair, looking at his sleeping figure, I am not so sure anymore. I spend two days sitting by his side, in which he only woke up once, yesterday morning.

He talked with his little brother and I saw the regret flowing into his eyes as he saw him crying. He is such a loving person and I was in the way, which is why he couldn't talk to his brother properly, in privacy. I am sorry for that, I as well overrun him with the fact that I told the hospital employees that I am his girlfriend. He didn't even said anything about it. I think he didn't liked that as well.

"No need to apologise! You stayed up the entire time and didn't leave. It was your right to sleep." He sounds so caring but I don't know if he really means them. So, I decided that he probably doesn't want me by his side, not after the pain is out of his system. I stand up from the chair. I should definitely leave. His brothers will come soon and take care of him. I should step back.

But before I can take a step in the direction of the door, I feel a hand gripping my wrist, "Where do you think you are going? I swear to god, if you let me alone now, after sitting and sleeping by my side the entire time... You promised to stay with me and if you aren't standing up for going to the toilet and coming back, I will fucking handcuff you to me! Or scream until you come back to me!" I look at him shocked. Is he joking? Does he really want me by his side? I wouldn't have expected that one. Is he still on painkillers?

"Your brothers will come soon, they can keep you some company until you guys can fly back home." I answer, sounding ruder than I insisted, also trying to get my hand out of his grip. I want to stay by his side for the rest of my life. I want to spend every second with him but my head says that it would be better if I go. He is injured and should be with his family, not with a stranger, that he knows since two months.

"Don't you dare, Vettel! I swear to fucking god, I want and need you by my side. And I don't lie if I say that I'm fucking loud when I scream!" His green eyes looking full of panic but also firm. He is really scared that I will leave him alone. More like just leave him. It looks like he needs me and really wants my company. "He isn't wrong when he says that he is loud." A voice says behind me. As I turn around I see Lorenzo and Arthur standing in the doorway. When did they open the door?