Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Crash Part 2 | Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: Done in dual POV.

Part 2 of 2, final part.
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Gemma POV

While in surgery, I felt myself floating in a space full of light. My body felt cold and it didn't feel like it belonged to me. I wasn't sure if this was the place you go to while you are 'waiting' but that's what it felt like. I couldn't describe the feeling I had. I wasn't sure if it was the impact of the crash or any serious injuries that brought me here, but I heard a faint voice calling out to me.

Suddenly a figure appeared before me. I couldn't really make out the face, because it was surrounded by light. A sense of peace washed over me when in their presence, an odd sense of familiarity. I felt warm, safe.

They placed a hand on my shoulder, "Gem, you're going to be okay."

That voice again, it's the same voice I heard when I was stuck in my car. Was this my guardian angel? 

"Who are you?" I asked.

"You and Charles are going to be okay, I will never let anything happen to either of you."

"Petite étoile" I heard them say.

The figure disappeared and suddenly the light faded, I was slowly starting to wake up. 'Petite étoile' i repeated over and over again. What did it mean?

I sat in my bed confused about what just happened and where I was. The entire room was stark white. Suddenly a familiar voice startled me. 

"Gemma, mon dieu! You are okay!" Charles said as he ran over to the side of my bed grabbing my hands in his. I couldn't help but stare at Charles, my beautiful Charles.

"My head hurts, what happened?" I croaked out while rubbing the side of my head. My throat was dry and it was killing me. He was caressing my cheek tenderly and his touch, as always, sent sparks of electricity all over my body. 

"......and I'm sorry, but who are you?" 

I watched as his expression fell, his eyes full of sadness. He took a step back from me. Then I immediately felt bad and regretted playing a joke on him. I was just trying to make light of a heavy situation. 

"You...you don't know who I am?" he asked.

"Charlie, nothing in this world could make me forget who you are."

"For fucks sake, don't ever do that to me again, cherie" he said as he tackled my into a hug. I winced and he apologized realizing I was still laid up in a hospital bed after my crash.

"What happened? The last thing I remember was my car starting to smoke. Oh my god someone has to tell my parents. And Nico. And where's Esteban? Is he okay? And the race!! What happened? Who won? And Toto, oh my god. And I left half of my eaten cheeseburger in my drivers room, and...."

"...Cherie, breathe. Relax, everything is taken care of. Nico and your parents are on their way."

He spent the next few minutes explaining to me what happened from his perspective. I squeezed his hand reassuringly as he recalled how he saw the crash replay on one of the big screens. He mentioned Esteban was okay and that the FIA cancelled the rest of the race with my status being unknown. 

"Wow. I really didn't think I was going to make it out of this okay Charlie. I have never been scared like that in my life....but mostly, I was thinking about you."

"Me?"

"Charles, you were the last thing I thought of before I fell unconscious. And the first thing I thought of when I woke up." Tears were forming in my eyes, but I truly couldn't think of any other way to tell him how much he meant to me, how much I loved him. I loved this man with every fiber of my being. It scared me how much love I had for him.