The wetness on her cheek is the first thing she actively notices again. Is she crying? Was that sweat? It couldn't be blood. After all, that's why they had their helmets. Then how should she bleed from her cheek when she wears her helmet? So they must be tears. Only now does she notice that her eyes are closed. Her brain was so slow that she hadn't even thought about why it was so dark around her until that moment. She slowly begins to open her eyes, letting the light in. Their lids are heavy and sticky. So it's tears.
The pain comes down on her like a blow with her next breath. It momentarily robs her of the strength to continue breathing. This time she has to actively concentrate on drawing fresh oxygen into her lungs and not just give up because of the pain. The little things that normally happen completely subconsciously now cost her so much energy. Her eyes slowly begin to adjust to the light around her. She sees the blue sky above her. How beautiful he was. The sun makes the blue shine. Even the white spots, the small bright dots, didn't disturb the perfect picture. Her breathing sounds harsh and so loud to her ears. Or was it because she couldn't hear anything else? No cars, no people.
Slowly her brain begins to overcome the pain. Why was it so quiet? Was she deaf? No, she could hear her breathing, so that wasn't the answer. And why was the only thing she saw? She blinks for a moment as her vision blurs. The pain fights against everything in her and wants to force her back to sleep. But she's not allowed to do that. She has to stay strong, she has to stay awake. She needs answers. Her eyes begin to wander around. She slowly begins to explore the limits of her field of vision. There was the halo. It was dented, but still there. A little further down she discovers her own hands. They cling to the steering wheel. She stares at them for a few seconds. She didn't feel like she was doing it. People in shock always cling to something. She knew she had to let it go or the paramedics would have trouble untying her hands. Was that it? Was she in shock? Her eyes are still staring at her hands, her brain is telling her fingers to let go. But they didn't listen. Almost as if their bodies were no longer under the control of their brains.
Her eyes start to wander further around, trying to see more around her, trying to find answers. Diagonally in front of her, almost frontally, was a wall. Stone? Material? Metal? Everything looks too similar right now and is starting to blur together in front of her. But it had to be metal, it was always metal. Whatever it was, it was too close to force her entire car between the woman and the wall. It must have broken apart upon impact. Or squeezed together. Impact. For a few seconds, images appear in her mind. They were in the middle of running when suddenly nothing reacted to them and the wall came far too close.
She blinked several times again to clear her vision, to drive away the memories, to pull herself back into the moment. Something moves on your left side. She carefully begins to guide her eyes there. Something is running towards them. A red spot. Since when can red spots run? The closer it came, the better the young woman could see it. It wasn't something, it was someone. She tries to turn her head, but the pain is far too intense. Red. Ferrari. But who? The helmet hides the face and her brain doesn't want to remember who the helmet belongs to. She should know that.
But right now she can't do anything other than wait for him to come closer. He leans forward. Arms move around the halo and grip the sides of the helmet. The visor is pushed up. Was it brighter than before? Should it be harder? She looks into green eyes and immediately knows who is leaning over her. "Charles?" Was that her voice? She was terrible. Empty. Brittle. He moved his lips. The words take a long time to sink into your brain. It was her name. It sounded familiar coming from his mouth, but wrong at the same time. "Shit, how are you? Are you in pain?" She blinks. "Yes!" It was the only thing she could get out of it right now. Then she smiled slightly even though she had no reason to do so.
A hand comes away from the helmet and touches her shoulder, painfully. His warm hand, usually adorned with rings, guided her attention down her body. Showed where she was hurt everywhere. She knows that he wants to free her from the car. She knows he's doing the right thing. But the pain was just too much, too strong. "Charles!" It was surprising how easily his name passed her lips, but how difficult everything else was. "Shhh, shhhh, I know, but soon everything will be over, soon everything will be fine again!" Is his voice shaking or was her brain just unable to process his words? More people begin to appear around the two of them. They had to be paramedics. But the young woman just looks up to Charles. He had finally managed to unbuckle her seatbelt and was about to lift her out of the car. "We're going to get you out now, okay? I just need you to help. I know it's going to hurt, but you have to let go of the steering wheel now, okay?" His voice was soothing as he reached around her shoulders again. She blinks for a moment, then her body begins to move upwards. Her eyes fall to her hands. They had pulled away from the steering wheel and this time she hadn't even thought about it.
She watches as she is lifted out of the car. She briefly takes the time to look at her car. It had broken apart. More in parts than a single thing. The halo continued to stand straight. He had probably saved her life. The pain keeps getting worse and she can barely cope with it. Her eyes wander back to the Ferrari driver. He had placed her on a stretcher, where several paramedics began to tend to her. But he was always around her. Held her shoulder. Held her arm. Someone reaches around her. Loosened the helmet but left the pillow around my neck. The support that ensures that your neck doesn't break. The gloves are loosened. The suit is opened. She is being given rough care to ensure she arrives safely at the hospital.
Slowly her body begins to give in. She blinks slowly. The tears were now just salt and stuck to her cheeks. She can't stay awake much longer. "Charles!" She wants to say his name again, wants his attention, wants to hear that everything will be okay and that she won't wake up alone. "Chaallll" That was the only sound that just escaped her lips. "It's okay. I'll stay with you. I won't leave you alone!" The only answer she was able to give was a smile, and then everything around her went dark.
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And here I am again...! Welcome to: "Devil makes tiktoks and someone wanted to read that so they startet to write just to remember halfway throug that I need to write it in english and my english is shitty!" I hope you liked it!
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F1 (and motorsport) OS
FanfictionWell... very much what the title says. A bunch of OS, mostly romantic but also some platonic stuff. Some of them are inspired by my TikTok POVs, I also take requests. Including: Charles