Under the helmet | Charles Leclerc

~Chapter 41~

"Where is she? Where's Maeve!" A desperate and stressed French accent fills the room.

"Over there, behind that curtain." The woman says.

I hear quick, loud footsteps walk over, however a pair of heels quickly following behind him.

"Sir, we are still examining her, you cannot see her. You may sit and wait until we've done our examinations." The woman informs him, making me feel a little bit bad.

"Examinations? Just tell me she will be okay." Charles demands, his footsteps stopping.

"She'll be perfectly fine, we just think she's a little exhausted, stressed and overheated maybe. The tests will give us a better idea." The woman tries to reassure him. "Please, take a seat." She repeats herself as his footsteps become distant coming to a stop.

The curtain opens slightly to let the doctor in.

"Right, we can only assume that you're a little stressed and tired and with this heat, the two don't really combine very well." The doctor informs me.

"I haven't been sleeping well and this new career change and massive load of sudden attention has been getting to me lately and overwhelming me a little." I admit to the doctor.

"Hey, I'm sure you'll be used to it eventually, and to help you sleep you'll have to go and get prescribed medicine if it gets any worse or if it doesn't improve, as sleep seems pretty important in your line of work. May I ask, is there anything bothering you sleeping? Any fears or any pets you sleep with that bother you?" He advises me and gently asks me, to which I sit up slightly.

"Well. Other than the career pressure, I don't have any pets and there's nothing major that's worrying me that could be preventing me from sleep, do you have any medication that could make me feel better for now?" I ask him.

"We have some paracetamol, which we can give you." The doctor responds.

"Thank you, and could you open the curtain, and let Charles in?" I ask.

"Of course. I'll let him know." The doctor smiles at me and opens the curtains and he looks over at me, worry plastered on his face.

"Hey. I'm sorry about how I spoke to you earlier, but I needed to know you were okay." He rushes over, still in his race suit and he stands beside me.

"It's okay, I understand there's something going on between you and Fred at the minute. I'm alright Charles, really." I reassure him, he leans over and kisses my forehead and holds my hand.

"No Maeve, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I was angry but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry." Charles squeezes my hand a little bit tighter as he speaks, sounding genuine and sincere.

"Uhm, sorry to interrupt, Charles we need you for the interviews. Maeve you'll stay here until your back on your feet. Charles you are to keep this under wraps, ok?" Viola pleads quietly, while Charles just nods his head at her, then looking back at me with slight concern.

"I'll be fine, cherie." I respond, which puts a slightly less worried look on his face and he turns around to leave.

"Right, Miss Walker, with a bit of water and hopefully the cooler air in here you should be feeling fine in no time, try not to stress too much. If you start to get really worked up, find someone to talk to, we have a couple of recommendations that can work remotely to suit your hours." The doctor recommends, handing over a card with a couple of numbers on it.

"Would you keep this between us, if I do talk to someone?" I ask the doctor who nods sincerely.

"This is a private case, and it's now no longer in my hands, it's not mine to talk about." The doctor reassures.

"Thank you, I'll be out of your way in a bit." I joke, while the doctor smiles and leaves.

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After a couple hours, I get up to leave and wave goodbye at the woman at the front desk. She waves me off and says goodbye. I take my phone out of my pocket to see I had a few messages from a Charles

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Perceval:
Hey mi amore, I'm hoping you're alright, let me know when you leave the medical center, I will come and pick you up and we can go and relax in the hotel, I will cook dinner for us both. x

Maevey❤:
Just left now, I'm feeling better, no need to worry about me. x

Perceval:
I always worry about you, even more so when you're not feeling alright. I'm on my way over. x
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I walk my way over to the car park, thankfully there weren't any lingering fans around the paddock or in the car park as it was a Friday evening, most people would be out having a drink out something or other. I hear a loud roaring noise of a car engine, knowing exactly who it is, I'm surprised it doesn't take him long to get here, and I hope he didn't send that recent message while driving. His ferrari parks up right in front of me, which I open the door and get in.

"How did you get here so quickly?" I immediately question him, to which his eyes pop out for a second.

"Uhm. I didn't drive that fast... Anyway, what do you want for dinner?" Charles asks me, clearly being sarcastic for the first half of his sentence.

"Pasta?" I recommend, his face lights up a little and he smiles, briefly looking at me.

"Good thing is not only do I love pasta, I actually have at the apartment." Charles exclaims, with a smile on his face.

"Why do you have pasta at the apartment?" I ask him.

"In case I want pasta." He responds as if I was asking a rhetorical question.

I just briefly laugh at him, he looks at me as if he's being serious and then starts chuckling a little bit to himself. When we both get in the car he starts driving off slowly back to the hotel and we have pasta for dinner, to which I then go back to my apartment.