matilda | MV01

14 | crash

++++ maybe it's cause i got a little bit older

maybe it's all that i've been through ++++

FIRE ON FIRE sam smith

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"Red flag." GP announced over the radio and Max was beyond confused.

"A red flag in the last... eight laps?" He questioned, and GP hummed. It was rare for a red flag to come out this late, as it meant the race would probably finish as it stood.

"What happened?" Max asked again as he sighed and slowed down the car significantly.

"Huge collision into the barriers in turn twelve, the car is in pieces all over the track, watch out as you pass." GP warned and Max gulped.

That meant that he got second, right behind Senna, as the race would most likely not restart. But he still felt awful for whoever it was. Max never liked to be told who crashed, he'd prefer to find out from himself. But as he saw the familiar car split to pieces in the wall, Max felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Is that...?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, her radio doesn't seem to be working. Stewards have just arrived, we'll get your car in and you can check it out for yourself." GP said and Max followed his command. He jumped out of the car before it could even be pulled into the garage. The mechanics scolded him, but that was the least of his concerns.

Max ran straight to Senna's side of the garage, and noticed the crowd that was already built there. Not only was the entirety of the Red Bull staff there, but all of the reserve drivers, and a few of the regular drivers had shown up too.

"What's happened?" Max asked and Christian turned to his driver with sorry eyes.

"Her brakes cut out. The radio is broken, so we don't know what's going on." Christian pointed up to the screen which now showed safety crews trying to put out the fire which had started in the car.

None of them seemed to care to get her out of the car. Max watched as the flames slowly enveloped what was left of the car. Suddenly, a sound was heard over the radio that wasn't Winston's voice.

"Senna... Senna, are you ok?" He asked even louder but heard a bit of coughing.

"What- what the fuck just -ugh- happened to the car?" Senna shouted, and the garage slowly turned their heads to Max. Her words were continuously cut off by her own groans of pain. Max turned to Winston as he quickly translated, hoping to help in any way he can.

"Brakes cut out. Are you ok?" He informed her and Senna groaned. She sounded like she was in apin, which wasn't a good sign, as she looked trapped.

"No! I've-"  she coughed, "been sat in a fucking burning car upside down! I- I  can't get out, but I'm lucky as shit that I fixed the broken radio!- Why is the car falling apart?" Senna complained as she moved around in the car, trying to get out. Once again, Max translated.

"They need to put out the fire before they can remove you safely." Winston explained to the young girl.

"Well that's total shit. What the fuck is wrong with this stupid sport? Do I seriously have to take everything into my own hands?!" Senna shouted, and this time Max only loosely translated.

The garage watched in horror as the fire put up a strong fight. It seemed to reignite, and the radio cut out once more. Everyone went silent as something fell out of the car. It was the steering wheel. Soon after it came a flaming Senna, who dragged herself out through the shattered hall and struggled to stand back up. But she calmly did, and walked away from the flaming car.