The Winner Takes it All -MV

Part 8

8:36 PM:

My eyes opened slowly, what happened? I was in a hospital bed, a nurse sitting beside me.

"Oh, you're awake!" She said, her voice was soft and delicate, it was comforting. I slowly tried to sit up.

"What happened?" I asked, my head ached, my fingers and my back hurt.

"You had a nasty crash, on the track. You were unconscious for about 5 hours. I need to give Christian a call and tell him that you're awake. He would like to speak to you." She said, getting up.
"Is there anything you need?" She asked, before walking out the door, I shook my head. What had happened? Why did I crash, then I remembered, I was in first, I was leading the whole race. Someone must have sent me off the track..

The door opened as a doctor walked it, which snapped me out of my thoughts. They walked up to me slowly.

"How are you?" They asked, they were holding a clip board and a pen.

"I- I'm just confused. My head hurts, my fingers and my back hurt too.. what happened to me?" I asked, my voice was shaky and uneven.

"Your index finger on your left hand is broken, when you crashed you were holding the steering wheel. You're lucky you didn't break your wrists..your back hasn't got anything wrong with it.. it is probably because of how quick you hit the barrier. The same with your head, you have a mild concussion." The doctor said, looking at his clipboard, what the fuck?

"What..?" I said, my voice was quiet. "When am I going to be able to race again?" I asked. I needed to be able to race in Australia.

"Breaks in the bones of the finger usually heal well in about 1 to 4 weeks. However, the pain and swelling from a broken finger can last for weeks. It should heal fast, however I would advise you don't race in whatever race you have next, which I believe is in two weeks. I'm so sorry. Christian is on his way here, he needs to talk to you. Is there anything you'd like or need?" He asked.

"Can I just have some water, please?" I asked. I knew I wouldn't be getting any visitors so I hoped to be out soon, some of the drivers might visit me, at-least Christian was coming though. I got handed my water and hoped it cleared my head.

*knock knock*

Christian walked in. He smiled at me gently.

"Look at you!" He laughed. "You're lucky to be okay!" He said, walking over to me. "The doctors told me that you should be out tonight."

"That's good." I said, I looked down at my wrapped up finger. My index wrapped with my pinky.

"I have to explain to you what happened, and.. you're gonna be pretty mad.."

"Just tell me, please." I breathed out. I just wanted to know what happened. I'd deal with who ever it was later.

"Okay." He said, he was silent for afew seconds, like he was trying to find where to start. "You spun off the track because someone went into the back of your car, that someone was Max-" My heart dropped, Max? Why would he do that?

"What.. Max- What?" I said quickly, I felt ill.

"Let me speak, Isabella. Max is really sorry. He's worried about you, when he got out of the car he immediately asked me if you were okay. You should've seen his face when I told him that you were unconscious, he was so pale." Christian said, I didn't care how Max felt. I didn't win because of him. I was in the hospital because of him. "Look, I'm not asking you to forgive him, but he really didn't mean to. I have the clip of the crash on my phone, if you want to see it."

"Please." I said, shuffling closer so I could watch it.
I saw how fast I spun off the track, the crowd immediately stood up and you could see Max look back at my car. My head hung low in the car, everyone probably though I was dead. But in the video you can tell Max didn't mean to send me off the track. I was still mad though. It would've been my first win in Formula 1. And Max ruined it.

"I have your stuff with me, I have your phone, and your clothes. You should be leaving in about 2 hours. I can stay with you, if you want." He said. Christian was nice like that.

"Yes, please. Also, can I have my phone, I need to post a selfie on Instagram so everyone knows I'm not dead." I said, laughing.

"Yes, here you go!" He said. I snapped a quick picture of me and Christian putting our fingers up and uploaded it to Instagram. With the caption:
"Surviving." I tagged Christian. And put a message in the comment section saying:

"Hi guys, sorry for the scare, I'm completely fine, just coming out with a broken finger. I should be leaving tonight. I love you all. 💖"

I got texts from a lot of the grid asking me if I was okay. I replied to all of them, all except Max. I knew he would call me once I was out.

2 AND A HALF HOURS LATER:

I walked out of the hospital in leggings and a black crop top, my Redbull jacket over it keeping me warm. I saw people taking pictures, but Christian walked beside me, I held my suitcase with my right hand, before getting into Christian's car and getting dropped at my hotel. I knew me and Max were only a floor away from eachother. I couldn't go and talk to him right now. I knew he was going to call me soon.

I took a pain killer and got into some pyjamas, before getting into my bed and turning on the tv. I hadn't eaten so I ordered some room service and waited patiently.

I had eaten all of my food and was about to get into bed once again when my phone rang. Max.

I picked up hesitantly.

"Hello?" I said, I didn't realise how tired I would sound.

"Isabella? I-" Max said, his voice sounded thankful.

"Max, I don't care what you have to say. I don't want your fucking apologies." I said, bluntly, I was fed up of Max. He would be straight up rude to me and then apologise to me like it was okay.

"Isabella I'm sorry.." Max said.

"I don't care." I said, hanging up. I messaged Christian telling him what happened between me and Max before going to sleep. I had a day to spend in Saudi Arabia.

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A/N: hi guys!! I'm sorry that max and Isabella have fallen out, again. It's all apart of the storyyy!