"This bed is an absolute dream!"
Oscar stared at me, chuckling as I threw myself on one of the two mattresses in the room. We had just arrived in Azerbaijan for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. This would be one of the races that had a Sprint Race.
I always had a bad opinion on Sprint Races. I reckoned they were mainly useless, and we could've just stuck to the usual three practises, qualifying and the main race. I felt like that order would be more normal and usual.
We'd arrived on Wednesday so Oscar could have a simple review of the track. I sat on the bed, as Oscar situated himself by the food cupboard. "They've got... how come they've got Yorkshire Tea?"
"Impossible." I mumbled, getting up from the bed as I examined the cupboard. "Holy shit. You do have a point. Could you make me some tea?"
"Fine." He said, and without another word grabbed the kettle. He later on, after he'd finished making tea for me, rummaged through his bag. "Shit."
"What?" I said, after sipping my tea.
"I forgot to get some snacks from reception. I already made you tea, please?" He pleaded. "I'll make you tea every morning that we're here."
"I'll do it without the morning tea." I groaned as I slipped my shoes on and headed downstairs to get a few snacks from reception. Then I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder and I nearly screamed out loud, until a hand closed over my lips. I turned around.
Felix. I swore I meant everything as I threw a punch right into his face. No doubt he was shocked as he doubled over and groaned in pain. "Don't touch me!"
"There was no need for the violence, princess!" Felix winced as he stood up. I took the moment to get all the snacks from the counter and ran to the lifts, as Felix gained the strength to walk towards me with blood streaming down from his nose.
Luckily, I was able to shut the doors in his face. As soon as I'd reached the destined floor, I ran towards our room and knocked desperately. "Liv you okay-"
"Let me in!" I exclaimed as he let me in, with no hesitation at all. Oscar frowned as he shut the door.
"Whoa - what happened?" He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, leaving me to drop the bag containing snacks. "There's a cut on your arm."
"Probably scraped my arm somewhere sharp when I was in the lift, I'll be fine," I panted. "Look, I just saw Felix. Well, I was getting food, and he squeezed my shoulder, and I got a bit too violent and punched him."
"You- Liv you punched him?" Oscar's jaw dropped as I nodded. "I feel like a proud father."
I prodded him in the chest with my finger, hard. "Oi. That sounds weird. Anyways, we should start maybe planning where to go next. With this much amount of time, Felix will be able to figure out where we are."
But Oscar shook his head. "Stay here. Something tells me we are much safer in the hotel room."
I didn't like Oscar's plan, but he was the driver and the person who bought the hotel room. I couldn't disobey in any way possible, especially when he had most of the power here. I watched in pain as he checked all the locks and got some medical equipment out of his gym bag and started to clean up my wound.
I winced as the cut stung. Blood was still trickling down my arms as he desperately wiped the trickles of blood, and I stared at the cut in disbelief as it hadn't stopped bleeding. With one final sigh of exasperation, he dipped the paper towel into some fresh, cold water and wiped up the cut, wrapping it in a few thick layers of some messy bandaging.
