Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

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Good morning and welcome back to the shitshow that is this fanficion!

On todays episode you will see things. Things I will not describe any further.

Sit back, relax and enjoy!

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»Please, Charles... Wake up. Please.« Kyra was sitting on the side of her boyfriends bed. For the first time since he'd gotten out of surgery she was alone with him, able to let her feelings show. She'd kept on a brave face while his family had still been there, but they'd gone home to get some rest with the promise of Kyra to call them if anything changed about his condition.

But so far the man had been laying still, the only thing indicating that he was still live was the steady beeping of a monitor standing next to the white bed and the slight rising and sinking of Charles chest.

The doctors had said he was in a stable condition, but that recovery would take a while. Even with the knowledge he would be okay, Kyra had a hard time looking at Charles bruised face. He hadn't gotten off easy with three broken ribs, an arm wrapped in bandaged because the wrist was cracked and some other minor injuries like cuts on his back and hip.

There might also be some damage to his brain. The scans hadn't revealed anything out of the order, but until he woke up medical staff couldn't be sure. It had been the same case with Kyras dad and knowing how that turned out it scared the shit out of Kyra.

Laying her head down on Charles chest, she closer her eyes, tears soaking the thin fabric of the gown they'd out on the man. Hearing the sound of his beating heart was comforting, bringing her a bit of peace.

He was still alive. He was alive. He lived.

Kyra repeated the words again and again in her head. Now he just had to wake up. And be okay.

»I can't do this again.« Kyra sobbed, pretending like she was talking to Charles. The doctors told her to do so, because he might be able to hear her. Kyra wasn't sure if she believed that, after all the years of talking to her dad without any reaction... but she did it anyways out of stupid sentiment. »Not after my dad... which I guess I can tell you about now. Looks like we have some time.«

She chuckled, not even sure why. Nothing about this was funny. Talking to her unconscious boyfriend about an accident that put her father in a vegetative state wouldn't be considered a comedic setting by very many people. But it was easier to laugh than keep crying.

»Okay so, when I was sixteen... almost seventeen my dad and I were driving home from a race. We were in a good mood, his team had just gotten a new sponsor and a better car, which is great right?« Kyra asked, obviously not getting an answer. Gathering her thoughts she placed a kiss on Charles shoulder, her fingers drawing circle on his cheek. »It was late, dark outside so we didn't see the car until it was too late. It was in the wrong lane, driving straight towards us. That's when my dad decided to make the stupid decision to drive into a tree, saving my life in the process... He gave up his life for mine.«

Dryly Kyra laughed. It was probably the first time she was telling this story without crying... granted she hadn't told it many times. Especially not in the last couple of years.

»It's kind of ironic isn't it? A race driver getting into a near fatal accident, but it wasn't on the track and instead on his way home?« Baring her teeth Kyra looked at Charles, his face full of dark spots and scratches. Her chest tightened, making her gasp for air. In front of her inner eye she could see the image of her dad lying in a hospital bed so vividly it started merging with Charles. Old feelings mixed with new ones, leaving Kyra in a numbing, hopeless darkness.