Stargirl || CL16

Chapter 52

"We're not going back" Charles stated. 

"What do you mean?" They had to go back to the race. 

"We're not going back end of story" Max took a seat next to Lando's hospital bed. 

"What about the fans, they paid good money for them tickets" I argued. 

"Well F1 can afford to refund, or they can keep racing, we just won't be on track" Carlos appeared through the door. 

"Well I'm not gonna argue that" I shrugged turning back to Iris, she was still crying, it was so weird seeing her cry, she's normally so strong and emotionless. It meant she really cared about Lando. 

He still hadn't woken up, they moved him form the trackside hospital to the nearest one in Monaco, Iris, Fernando, Mark and I went straight with him, but all the boys were told they had to stay for the race, they clearly decided against that. 

"Calm down sweetie, it's all good" I kept Iris in a hug, stroking her hair down. 

"If it was all good he'd be awake" She said through the tears, burying her head into my neck. 

"His parents are catching the next plane down" Pierre came into the room replacing his phone in his pocket. 

"Lewis and Danny are still there but they're gonna come down soon with clothes for everyone and hopefully some food" George had called Lewis, the only people left at the tack still down to race were the Haas drivers, the Toro Rosso drivers (Not sure about Alex), half the Aston team (Seb wasn't), Alfa Romeo and Renault. 

"This is giving that one race in the 80's when all the drivers went on strike" Kelly said trying to lighten the mood. 

"South Africa, 1982, led by Niki Lauda and Pironi" Max spoke, staring into space, just like that the only noise was the beeps off the heart machine thing and Iris' sniffles. 

"Someone put the tele on, it's eerily quiet in here" I pointed to the remote, Charles picked it up flicking on the first channel that came on. It was all in French, it was some old black and white TV show, it seemed as though it was like the French only fools and horses or like Faulty Towers. Most of the comedy on it was physical with a few French exclamations. 

Iris sat up a bit still wearing Lewis' hoodie, with mascara streamed down her face, she was leaning into me with her head on my chest Charles was laying on two chairs, his head on my lap. I had my feet rested on the side of Lando's bed. 

"Did anybody order a sexy Australian?" Daniel entered the room, making us all laugh. He handed out piles of clothes to each driver, he only gave out Red bull T-shirts or Mercedes ones. 

"Where's Lewis?" I asked him as he took a seat on the chair Charles left, he went to get changed in the bathrooms. 

"Getting food" He poked Lando's leg. 

"What you doing mate?" Iris asked him. 

"Well you never you know, have you watched Kill Bill?" We both nodded "You know she like spits when she's in a coma, he might just need a trigger" 

"He's not in a coma" I told him. 

"Yeah but he's knocked out" He rolled his eyes digging through his bag "Suppose you don't want comfy clothes then" 

"Daniel, do not play me right now, what have you got?" He showed me a pile of clothes. 

"A luscious hoodie straight from the F1 gift shop and some joggers from my personal collection in my drivers room" He waved them in front of me teasing me. 

"I apologise give por favor" He handed me the pile. 

"I CBA to go to the bathroom, just hang on" I pulled the joggers up under my dress, standing up properly and turning around so I could manoeuvre the dress off without having my tits out. "I think I deserve a round of applause for that" I sat back down allowing Iris to lay back down on me.