There's Twice as Many Stars as Usual| L.S

26

Charlotte

I wake up to the warm morning sun streaming through the curtains, coaxing me out of bed with its gentle glow. The anticipation for race day surges through me, and I swiftly slip out of bed, eager to get ready. Glancing at the weather forecast, I note the sweltering conditions expected for the day ahead. With that in mind, I opt for a short sundress, paired with Logan's hat for a touch of support

After ensuring I have my pass securely in hand, I make my way to the track. As I scan my pass at the entrance, I feel a surge of excitement mingled with nervous anticipation. Walking through the paddock, I navigate towards the Williams hospitality area, scanning the bustling surroundings for a familiar face.

Finally spotting Logan amidst the activity, I weave through the crowd, a smile spreading across my face as our eyes meet.

"you ready to head into the garage" he asks me

I nod eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement as Logan leads me towards the Williams garage. It's a hive of activity, with mechanics making final adjustments and engineers monitoring data screens. I settle in the back of the garage, watching intently as Logan prepares for the race ahead. He meticulously zips up his race suit and dons his balaclava and helmet, the anticipation palpable in the air.

Before climbing into his car, Logan turns towards me and gives me a quick hug, a reassuring gesture amidst the intensity of the moment. I return his hug warmly, offering a thumbs up as he steps into his car. The engine roars to life, and Logan maneuvers out of the garage and onto the pit lane, joining the grid for the start of the race.

As the race kicks off, my heart races with anticipation, hoping for Logan's success. Lap after lap, he maneuvers through the field with skill and determination, steadily gaining ground. The Williams team watches closely, analyzing every move and strategizing for optimal performance.

It isn't until lap forty that Logan's voice crackles through the radio, cutting through the tense atmosphere in the garage. "I don't feel well, man," he announces, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

My heart lurches in my chest, a wave of worry washing over me. Around me, the atmosphere shifts from hopeful anticipation to focused concern. Engineers immediately spring into action, urging Logan to retire for his safety and well-being.

I watch with a heavy heart as Logan's car is reluctantly brought into the garage, his race cut short by the oppressive heat that has plagued many drivers throughout the day. With a mixture of concern and hope, I see him helped out of the car, his movements unsteady as he removes his helmet and balaclava.

Our eyes meet briefly, and I sense the disappointment and frustration in his expression. It's clear he's upset about having to retire from the race due to the extreme conditions.

Following closely behind, I gather his water bottle and the ice packs provided for him. As his race engineer ushers him to the drivers' room, I quietly follow suit, wanting to be there to support him in any way I can.

Once inside the room logan lays down on the couch. I hand him his water, and he accepts it with a small nod of gratitude.

"Do you know what happened out there?" I ask gently, concerned for his well-being, as he sits up so I can sit, and when I do I let him lay down again with his head in my lap, like I did to him in Miami

"I don't know," he replies, his voice tinged with frustration. "I just started feeling off, dizzy... I couldn't continue."

A medical staff member arrives promptly, conducting a brief assessment. They confirm Logan's condition as severe dehydration and reassure him that retiring from the race when he did was the right decision to avoid fainting or even heat stroke. My concern deepening. As Logan changes out of his race suit into more comfortable attire, I wrap the ice packs in a towel and lift his head to put it behind his neck to help him cool down.