||its not your fault||Lestappen||

(Chapter 4)

Charles arrived and got his key card for his room and headed up, it looked very cheap but he didn't care a rooms a room, he saw Carlos's room on the group chat and it looked more expensive. in reality they were the same but different, does ferrari not like me..?' he sighs texting the group. 'who wants to drink?' and only Max responded with 'me, where?' 'my hotel room 1725 i have loads of alcohol. doors open.' he sighed taking a massive gulp of whiskey as he hears someone enter, Max. "here." he passed him whiskey and he didn't drink it, didn't do anything with it. "Max.? why aren't you drinking?" max sighs "mate we have 1st practice tomorrow you wont be let in if they find out you have been drinking, i deleted your chats and only i know okay?" Charles tensed as he realised max could blackmail him for this. "i wont use it against you mate" Max put a hand on his shoulder causing charles to flinch "woah you okay?" he nods. "so w-will you tell the F.I.A.?" Charles asked afraid "no if you sober up and yes if you don't." Max said, it was a fair deal as Charles nods in response, stumbling to get water as he was pushed back down by max. "sit." max growls going to get water for him.

after charles had sobered up a little he thanked max for letting him have a chance and not ratting him out to the F.I.A. Max suddenly hugged the monegasque taking him by surprise but he hugs back. "Max..? why are you hugging me? you hate me right?" he mumbled the last bit and max still heard putting his hand under his chin and making the shorter look him in the eyes. "i don't hate you, Liefde (Love)" Charles didn't know what that meant. "hm.?" Max just smiled hugging him tighter before letting go. "time for bed schatje" charles groans "your worse then Lorenzo!" Max just laughed. "bed" Charles nods.

in his bedroom Charles needed to get change but Max wouldn't leave his room so he grabs long sleeved pyjama bottoms and a sweater. "could you look away?" Max just grunts turning to face the wall. just in case Charles faces away from Max and took off his pants, but on his fluffy bottoms and moved to take off his long sleeve shirt, Max glanced at him take it off looking at a newly done wound that Charles didn't know about, he didn't see his cuts though. "Charles. when you crashed in Bahrain did you receive any damage to yourself.?" Max asked calmly not to make it seem like he is pitying Charles "i dont think so.?" "Can you feel your lower back?" Charles shook his head. "did you think thats normal Charles?" he simply nods. "turn around." he listened and felt Max lifting his shirt up and taking a picture. "face me." max whispered "look Charles." he shows him a badly healed wound on his lower back and he started to shake. "b-but it doesnt hurt!? i have to race this weekend!" Charles was almost in tears, "Charlie listen to me. deep breaths in and out okay?" Charles listens to Max hearing max call him Charlie helped him calm down slowly but surely. "what if i cant race!" max shushed him. "ill tell your engineer to put more padding on your lower back in your seat and ill clean in but that requires me re opening it." Charles nods turning around again. max came back into the room with cleaning supplies, bandages and stuff to help him remove the scab, he slowly starts to peel the scab off and blood dripped out. "are you okay Charles?" max said with the gentlest tone possible "mhm it stings.." charles whimpered "sorry" max worked as gentle as he could and he was finished re opening it and started to clean his wound with some anti-bac and put cream around it to help numb and heal it, once he was done he put bandages around his stomach and back so they stay on. he ties it together and pats his shoulder. "thank you, Max" Charles smiles. "its okay schatje" Charles frowns "what does that mean.." "nothing." Charles rolls his eyes . "what do i do if i need to shower.?" max just laughs "tell me ill help you keep them dry. if you get a spec of bandage wet ill fight you." Charles laughs and nods.

Once max left Charles eats a small bowl of fruit and a yogurt and filled up some water bottles for the weight check tomorrow. he himself knew he was underweight but still felt uncomfortable in his body like he was sick of feeling like this. sometimes he wished he crashed into the wall and could be with his father and Jules, he missed them a lot not to mention his mother found someone new and he was abusive so he avoids home as much as possible unless Lorenzo or Arthur was home, which wasn't hard since Pierre lets him stay at his house or even Carlos to make them hamburgers which he wouldn't eat now since he counted around 1456 calories making him gag at the thought.

The next day Charles felt his lower back in pain but got dressed and used some foundation to cover the black eye and get ready to go to the Ferrari paddock for first practice.