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Warnings: mentions car crash (concussion, broken ribs, mention injured shoulder), nickname Pepsi comes from a student I work with (his name is Pepe but everyone calls him Pepsi)
Summary: Pepe is known for sneaking into your garage, but this time, there's a purpose!
W.C. 1086
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"I have a blindfold on," you heard a voice that you immediately recognized as Pepe coming from the front of the garage. You would have gotten up to go retrieve your boyfriend as you always did whenever he barged into your garage wanting to see you, but the lights messed with your head. Plus, you were sure that if you stood up, you would collapse. "Am I allowed to see my significant other and see if they're alright after that crash?"
Thankfully, your amazing teammate, Paul, came to the rescue and led him back to the drivers' room for you. The lights were off, the windows were closed, you had some (not very effective) noise canceling headphones on and you were laying back on a massage bed with a wet rag over your eyes and a couple of small ice packs strapped to your shoulder and side.
"If I hear anything-" Paul started to say but Pepe cut him off immediately.
"They have a concussion," Pepe deadpanned while also being mindful to lower his voice now that he was in the direct vicinity of you. "We're not gonna do anything!"
"I'm just saying..." Paul dragged on in a teasing manner as he slowly left the makeshift room. Pepe just rolled his eyes as he quietly and carefully pulled up a chair beside you. Part of you wanted to open your eyes and look at him, but the pounding in your head felt like it was getting worse. You must have made some kind of noise because Pepe immediately became concerned and started looking around for anything he could help you with.
"Pepsi," you whispered as you moved your hand around slightly to see if you could grasp his hand. Pepe was on the other side of the room getting a new cloth for you. He thought that might help, but when you called him, he abandoned the rag in the sink and speedily walked back over to you, immediately grasping your hand. "Do you know if I'm allowed to leave? I still hear cars."
"Yeah, I need to check with medical, but I think you were cleared to leave," Pepe answered, short of breath as he started overthinking and rambling. "I just didn't know if you wanted to leave now since the session is still going or if you wanted to wait until after. I don't know how your head is and I didn't want to assume anything, so please tell me if there's something that you need, want, or anything-"
"I want you to shut up," you tried to joke, but the forced chuckling made your head flare up again, and it made your side ache more. "Did I break a rib or is my tolerance for pain just not existent anymore?"
"I think you broke a couple of ribs," Pepe said in a quiet tone, realizing that overloading you with information wasn't going to do you any good. "That was a bad crash. It wasn't your fault either! It was an accident in the breaking, and I think Kush blew out your rears."
"Don't ever say Kush blew out my rears again," you attempted to joke again. This time you moved the rag to peek a single eye open at Pepe, and he was confused. You put the rag back down over your face as you blindly dropped your hand on the top of his head. "That went over your head, Pepsi baby."
"I don't like what you are insinuating here,' He whined as he leaned his head down on the bed next to your uninjured shoulder.
"I didn't say it," You chuckled lightly, "You did."
"Anyway," He dragged out, still being mindful of his volume, "Do you want to head out? We can go back to the hotel and get food. Did you eat before the race?"
"I had a smoothie, I think, "You answered, unsure, but the more you tried to think about it, the more your head pounded. "I can't remember, but I think I'm hungry."
"Here, I'll check in with medical for you to see if you can leave," Pepe said as he stood up and gently moved your hand to rest on the bed.
"Wait," You reached out to him before he could get far, "What happened to your race?"
"It was like a 5 car pile-up. After Kush knocked your tyres, he spun out and collected me, Paul, and Richard."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it wasn't your fault," Pepe reassured. He walked back over to the bed. He gently lifted up the now pretty dry rag from your eyes. He threw the rag to the side, making a mental note to replace it with a new one before he went to talk to medical, before he held your face in his hands. You peeked an eye open to see him leaning down and carefully resting his head against yours. You reached up to grasp one of his forearms. "It was never your fault, so don't apologize, don't feel guilty, don't even think this was remotely your fault. Kush ran into the back of you and it caused a chain reaction. He misjudged his speed and four people had to pay the price. Unfortunately, you're paying the most expensive price since you're not allowed to race next weekend, but he'll be penalized for that."
He waited a second because you didn't know what to say, but he didn't need for you to say anything. He let the words hang in the air before taking a deep breath and planting a short kiss on your lips.
"I'm glad you're alright," He sighed when he pulled away, closing his eyes as he breathed you in. "I'm glad you weren't severely injured in that crash."
"It wasn't that bad," You tried to argue, but the look he gave you told you another story, "right?"
"You can watch the replay when you're head is cleared, but right now, the blue light will make it hurt more," Pepe explained lightly as he ran his fingers through your hair. "Now, I'm going to check with medical to see if I can take you home. We'll figure out how to get home home another day."
"Thank you, Pepe," You said using his actual name for once. "I don't know how I scored you."
"If you recall-"
"No! We're not bringing up how we met right now!" You whined as you hid your face in your hands. "Just go talk to medical. I wanna go home please."
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