Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Charles's POV:
We are notifying you to let you know that patient 136, Mia Ricciardo, self discharged at 2:21am today. If you have any questions please contact us on our customer service line between 9-4. Thank you.

'What the fuck?' Daniel looked over at me, getting the same message I had.

'I'm sure she just wanted some rest at the hotel.' George said, leaning over to read my phone.

I shook my head slowly, putting my phone in my pocket and grabbing my blazer, taking the shot of tequila sitting infront of me before making my way to the door.

'Where are you going?' George shouted after me.

'Somethings not right.' I responded, feeling sick.

She was fine to stay the night, she didn't seem stressed about it in the slightest. She said she'd wait for me to come back. There was no way she'd just leave.

'You go to the hotel, I'll go and speak to the hospital.' Daniel called after me, getting into his car.

I kept trying her phone but it was going to voicemail. So her phone was off. The only other person I could think of calling was Arthur, and he picked up the second time, groaning at me about how late it was.

'Arthur. Mias discharged herself from the hospital and her phones off. Somethings wrong.' I said, trying my best to stay calm.

'She was in hospital?' He asked, surprised.

'God, Arthur, don't you read the news?' I snapped, grabbing at the steering wheel in frustration.

'Let me go and read it right now.' He responded.

'No. Right now I want you to help me figure out what the fuck has happened to my fiancé.' I responded, angry that he was looking at past news whilst I was trying to figure out where she'd gone.

He was silent for a few moments before taking a deep breath, but I could hear him tapping away on his phone.

'What? What did you find?' I asked, impatiently, parking outside of the hotel and opening my messages to see a screenshot he'd sent me.

'And you're really surprised she left bro?' He asked, angering me even more.

I kept silent until I clicked on the photo, my heart dropping to my stomach. For a second even I believed it was me. But I knew it wasn't.

'Arthur you have to believe me, this isn't me.' I argued, fighting my case.

'It sure looks like you. Are you kissing her in that photo? After leaving Mia in hospital?' He asked, still talking.

'What the fuck are you doing? It wasn't me. Please don't argue with me and help me find out where she's going!' I shouted, putting my head down when I saw people starting to look into the car.

'I know where she is.' He responded, bluntly.

'What? How?' I asked, my heart speeding up.

'I've got her location, she gave it to me when we were filming and never turned it off.' He responded.

'Okay? Tell me.' I said bluntly, annoyed he was dancing around the point.

'No. Not until you can prove to her that it wasn't you. She's had a horrible 24 hours the last thing she needs is you chasing her.' He said, ending the phone on me.