Charles went to a secluded area to put on his fireproofs and race suit so nobody saw his injuries, and he put on his headphones and balaclava, slipping on his helmet and heading to the car where he was greeted by his engineers while getting in his car and sitting strapping himself in, something didn't feel right about his seatbelt but shrugged it off and not saying anything to anyone, once they were let out the formation lap began and he took his place behind Carlos, then the lights came on, its lights out and away they went. Charles struggled feeling himself slip around his seat "i dont think my seatbelts right:" he radio'd "Charles its fine. keep driving." he mumbled a yes and continued his whole body hurt. some more than others like his lower back, arms and ribs. "can i pit?" the monegasque radio's since it was lap 25 and he managed to overtake Sainz and Checo was 2nd now since Oscar DNF'd Max was 1st and there was a 12 second gap in between him and Carlos. "Not yet Charles push, push." he got back groaning in frustration.
its now lap 31 and charles is sliding on the track with a 17 second gap to his teammate behind "please can i pit!" he begs on the radio getting a pit confirm and pitted, the pit its self was 2.3 seconds and he was back with a 6 second gap with his teammate Carlos. there was now 45 with 5 laps the standings were Max, Checo and him with Carlos behind by 10 seconds. his seatbelt was really hurting him, now on the last lap he came P3 with Carlos behind he got out of his car with a struggle and the P3 sign in front and Carlos came to congratulating him with a hug, he always knew Carlos loved physical touch and he hugged back smiling with a hint of discomfort. "Congrats mate." they both said and the same time. "thank you Carlos!" charles smiled and he said thanks back.
he walks to the cool down room seeing Max and Checo as he sits in the 3rd place
he didnt bother getting a drink as he wasn't thirsty. "fuckin' hell mate you were swinging around that car" the Dutchman said. "its nothing.." The monegasque said and Max nods, after the podium celebration he signs a few things and heads to his hotel, stripping in front on the mirror noticing his weight loss and bruises from the race. 'i dont thing i fit the car anymore.. thats good right?' he things negatively washing the champagne down the drain of the shower.
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FanfictionCharles Leclerc x Max Verstappen Charles finds it hard to believe that everything isn't his fault, every time some one crashed near him, he believed his rivalry between him and Max was his fault, every fail he felt as if he wasnt good enough, never...
