Sparks - Daniel Ricciardo

Fifty Two

📍28th August 2022 - Manchester, UK

Amber was seated alone in a hospital corridor, her face wet with tears and her eyes red and swollen.

The weight of the recent traumatic events still clung to her, and her solitude in the sterile hospital corridor reflected the overwhelming emotions she was experiencing.

As Amber sat in the hospital corridor, her eyes fixed on every doctor or nurse passing by, a glimmer of hope crossed her face each time.

She yearned for any news, any information that could provide reassurance. The corridor was a place of emotional turbulence, as Amber clung to the possibility of answers and healing in the midst of her distress.

Amber had been sat in the hospital corridor for nearly five hours, completely alone as she nervously tapped her feet on the laminate flooring and picking her nails until her skin had broken and bled.

Daniel, still dressed in his driving suit, walked down the corridor with a look of deep concern etched across his face. His steps halted abruptly when he spotted Amber sitting there. Their eyes met, and it was as if time stood still for a moment. The sight of Amber, her tear-streaked face and the turmoil in her eyes, was heartbreaking.

Amber's emotions overwhelmed her, and she couldn't hold back her tears. It was a poignant and raw moment as the two shared a silent exchange filled with worry, love, and a deep desire for understanding in the midst of the unknown.

Amber's voice quivered as she softly said, "Sorry," but her words were met with a response that transcended language. Daniel, without a word, rushed to her side and enveloped her in a warm, tight embrace.

Their connection was one of solace and reassurance, a silent exchange of comfort that words couldn't convey. In that embrace, the love and support they had for each other spoke volumes.

Holding Amber close in his embrace, Daniel gently whispered, "You're okay, Amber," his words filled with a mix of relief and concern. He tightened his hold, providing her with a sense of security. "You're okay. I'm here."

Amber's words came out in a flurry as she blabbered, repeatedly apologizing to Daniel. Her emotions were still raw, and the guilt and fear that she carried weighed heavily on her.

She couldn't help but express her remorse over what had transpired during the harrowing events of the previous night.

Just as Daniel was about to sit down and have a conversation with Amber, a female doctor emerged from behind one of the doors. She addressed Amber, saying, "Miss Corbelli, could I have a word with you?"

Amber nodded in acknowledgment of the doctor's request, her eyes reflecting her mixture of emotions. As she prepared to speak with the doctor, Daniel, a comforting presence, slid his hand around her waist, offering support and reassurance.

The doctor offered a reassuring smile and explained, "Mr. Woods is now awake and stable. The bullet narrowly missed his thoracic aorta, a critical blood vessel that could have had severe consequences if it had been damaged."

With deep concern in his eyes, Daniel asked the doctor, "Is he going to be fine? Is he going to recover and live?"

The uncertainty of the situation and the welfare of Officer Woods weighed heavily on his mind, and he sought reassurance from the doctor regarding Harry's prognosis.