I lost my inspiration but in the end I think this part is good. I've been overthinking a lot about the future and I've had a hard time now because of Lewis, but I've got some ideas now. We must all pray that Carlos gets a seat in 2025 🙏🏻
Enjoy :)
The sun has risen and the soft rays of the first light fall on the white hospital sheets.
It has been six days since Charles returned to his loved ones.
Today he will have a second operation, the doctors will try to better fix his tibia.
Carlos is nervous that Charles has to go under the scalpel again, but otherwise he would be in danger of not walking again.
The doctor is an optimist, he says that everything will turn out well. If the wound heals well, Charles will be able to walk on his own in 4 months.
Carlos tries to stay calm so that Charles doesn't see that he's nervous and start panicking again.
A handsome Spaniard lies next to a monegasque and gives him a gentle shoulder massage. Charles lies still and tries to feel his every touch until the doctor comes into the room with papers in his hand.
"Mr. Sainz!... What did I tell you? Don't lie with the patient in his bed. After Mr. Leclerc's operation, we will move him from intensive care to a normal room and you will have your own bed there".
Carlos sat up and smirked at the doctor, then stood up and gave a short laugh.
"You are like a little boy" said the doctor with a smile and then he looked at Charles and continued…
"Mr. Leclerc, how are you feeling?"
Charles is relaxed and in a good mood "I'm fine... Just my ribs hurts a little"
"Well, that's okay, today you will get weaker pain meds so we can give you anesthesia. If the pain gets worse, call the nurse to bring some cold towels" said the doctor.
Charles' smile fell as he realized he was in for another operation today. Carlos gently caressed his cheek "it will be fine Amore, just sleep and when you wake up it will be over"
"yes, that's true... Anyway, I have a consent for the operation here for you, I would ask you to sign it Mr. Leclerc" The doctor handed Charles a pen and paper.
Charles stared at the words on the paper for a few seconds "My hands are shaking... I don't know if I can hold that pen"
"it's just a formality, just write something there, we won't deal with it don't worry" said the doctor.
Carlos lifted the front of the bed slightly so Charles could sit up a little.
Charles picked up the pen with his scarred fingers and managed to write some kind of signature.
The doctor thanked him and left, Carlos sitting on the edge of the bed again keeping Charles company as he has for almost a week.
"Carlos... I want to call..." Said the young Monegasque.
Carlos smiled a little "if you want to call Mom, I already called her, everyone will come in an hour"
"No... I want to call Joris... and Andre... and others"
"Really? Are you feeling up to it? I can call them and give them your message"
"I... want to do it myself"
Carlos just smiled and nodded "Sure"
Carlos picked up the phone he bought for Charles from the bedside table and handed it to him. Charles' phone is still at the police station with the other evidence from the crime scene.
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CHARLOS (part ll.) Demons of the past
أدب الهواةYou already know the famous F1 driver Charles Leclerc, but does he know himself? Charles has been through hell and is now trying to move on with his secret love Carlos Sainz by his side, but can Carlos mentally withstand Charles' post-traumatic trea...
