Oh No :: He Said What? // Oneshots

Charles Leclerc - A good day

This fiction contains descriptions of violence that may be upsetting for some readers. Not all information is accurate.

This is my first time writing angst help me-

A noise. A noise is all she needed to hear. She needed...confirmation. Confirmation that that... thing didn't happen. And that if it happened, it wouldn't be so fucking bad. Her heartbeat increased, silence filling the garage. All you could hear were cars returning to the pit lane. All but one, one car. The car that belonged to Max Verstappen. This can't be happening. Today was supposed to be a good day. Rain started pouring harder and harder, the environment colder and colder.

At 15:56, about 53 minutes into the Monaco Grand Prix, it started pouring. At 15:59, Max Verstappen lost control over his car. At 16:00, the track was silent, all you could hear was the ringing of the church bell nearby. It wasn't looking good. Today was supposed to be a good day.

Y/n Verstappen's mind raced. But she couldn't voice a single thought. Her brother's car was split in half, the driver's side nowhere to be seen, tucked away at the other side of the safety fence. The car had catapulted through the metal fence. No one could see Max. The radio was silent. Every second was feeling like an eternity. The pure looks of horror on everyone's faces was heartbreaking. The sight on the other side of the fence was too. Y/n wanted to run, run to check on her brother. But maybe, just maybe the choice to stay in the garage was a better idea.

Max, who could be a bit annoying, because he was 'older', but who she loved so much, was victim to the most horrifying crash she had ever seen. She remembered the time at the beach, she was 6, where she had swum a bit too far from shore. Max was there, and jumped in to 'save her'. She wasn't in any kind of danger, but to them both, it seemed like it. Then the time where she had decided to give a street concert. Just her and her guitar, she was 12. No one gave her a penny, but Max dressed up as an old man to give her 20 euros. She couldn't be happier. Then last year, during Christmas, he made sure everyone waited opening presents, even their little cousins, so she could make it, even though she missed her train. He had entertained the cousins and made her a hot chocolate when she got back, drenched in the rain.

And now, she couldn't save him. All she could was watch as the ambulance arrived. As the firefighters arrived. Still, no noise on the radio. The drivers all gathered in the red bull garage, no one caring about team secrets that might be revealed, trying to support Max's sister and other family. Y/n appreciated it, though she would much rather run to Max. Then Charles came in, trying to look composed, but Y/n saw a glint of anxiety in his eyes. Charles had always been her best friend in the paddock, laughing together when Max was doing 'World Champion Stuff'. She ran to Charles, giving him a hug and finally breaking down in tears. He hugged her back, stroking her hair in an attempt at comforting her, whispering that it would be okay. "But today... was supposed to be a good day..." She whispered. "I know, I know..." They stayed like that for a while.

A noise came from the radio, a breath. She quickly fixated her eyes on the screen. Still nothing to see, except for discussing firemen and an ambulance. "HE'S BREATHING!" she yelled, since apparently, no one had heard. The firemen must've come to the end of their discussion, since they walked up to the place the part with Max would be. They tore away the padding, and the screen went to black. It was logical, since no one knew how Max's state would be. But for Y/n, it was pure torment, not even able to watch as she knew her brother was in danger. She walked to the back of the garage as cameras neared her, of course looking for drama. That's what she hated, the media didn't care about feelings, just the thrill of a good story. Charles followed suit, but not fast enough. She had already slammed the door to her room shut. She laid down on her sofa, staring at the ceiling, not able to cry any more tears. She grabbed her phone, just opening Spotify to put on some music. She was wise enough not to open the news, knowing her brother would be a headline article.

'Tell me that there's someway that I'll get through the night

I carry your moral disease

I don't wanna be something I'm not to stay alive'

The song was Your Blood, by the band Nothing But Thieves. It was her favourite band. Conor, the singer, had a soothing voice. She sang along quietly, feeling more at ease. Of course, not all the stress was gone, but it was still nice to not focus on the crash for a second. She heard a soft knock. "It's Charles." She recognised that voice instantly. "Come in." She softly said, not moving from her position. He came in, closing the door gently behind him. "Hi..." he sighed. "I'm sorry about what happened... He's alive, just in the hospital." He told her. She sat up instantly. "Really? When can we visit?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Tonight, from 8. He needs surgery first. And... I don't know if I'm the person to tell you this, but you might want to... have that glass of water next to you." He looked her in the eye. She nodded and put the glass away, which was good, since the next sentence would've made her drop that glass.

"Max will never race again."

"What?" She stood up. "Charles. What. Happened." She demanded him to tell her. "Just... sit down, please." He asked her. She did, and he sat down next to her. "His arm has to be amputated. The damage was too severe." Her eyes widened in shock. It was silent. Just pure silence. Only the ticks of the rain against the window to be heard. She curled up into a ball on the sofa, and hugged her own knees for comfort. "I- Don't understand... He was supposed to win the championship... He loves racing!" She yelled. Charles said nothing, and just pulled her into a cuddling position, trying to comfort her, something he wasn't really good at. Strangely enough, she stopped crying. "What time is it?" She asked. "7 pm." He answered. She had been in there for almost three hours, it felt like much shorter. "I'll go to the hospital with you. I don't want you going alone." He insisted.

The ride to the hospital was silent, leaving room for them both to process their emotions. He made sure to hold her hand the whole time, not wanting to leave her out of his touch, scared she'd do something weird or unexpected. Once at the hospital, it was 7:45. They went to get Max a get-well-soon card and a balloon, and soon enough, it was 8. The elevator was slow, and Y/n grew impatient. She needed to see her brother for herself. Soon, they arrived at his floor, and then his room. Charles let go of her hand, and they walked inside. Max laid calmly on a hospital bed, no one else in the room. Y/n held herself back from running towards him, not wanting to look like a concerned mother. She kissed Max on his cheek. "I'm so, so glad you're still here." Was all she could get out, before breaking down into tears again. Max soothed her. "Hey, it's alright sis. I'm still here. Missing an arm, but still here." He smiled. She looked up at him, eyes wide. "S-so... you don't mind you miss an arm?" She asked him. "Of course I do mind. I can't race like this. But I'm just so glad I'm still here for my little sister." He grinned. She hugged him carefully, knowing his body was still sore, before letting go and sighing. Charles joined them. "You alright mate?" He asked Max. "Yeah, could've been worse, you know." Max answered. "Hey, Y/n, can I talk to Charles, in private?" Max asked Y/n. She nodded and left the room.

After 10 minutes, Charles opened the door, inviting her back in. She noticed the way his eyes glistened, his hair messy but healthy. She smiled at him and joined him back in the room. Max grinned at them, clearly knowing something she didn't. Then Charles sighed and stood in front of her. "You know... This might be the wrong time." He started. "But... Today made me realise how fast you can lose someone. And I- I don't want to lose you." He took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. "Do you mind if I do something stupid?" He asked her. She, confused, shook her head. "I don't mind." He leant down, closing the height distance, and put his lips to hers. She gasped a bit, but kissed back. After a few seconds, Charles pulled back, a slight tint of pink on his cheeks. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked quickly, looking the other way, scared of her answer. She blushed and put her finger to his chin, forcing him to look at her again, and kissed him. "Yes, of course." She then heard an applause sound effect coming from Max's bed. He was grinning, his phone showing people clapping. "Can't do it myself." He stated, before they all burst out laughing.

Today was a good day.

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