Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

hospital

Guys, I would like to start this off by saying that I am NOT a doctor not do I have and for of medical degree or knowledge.

So please, do not be upset by any inaccuracies. It is a fanfiction and I think I've written far more illogical chapters than this one :)

Anyways, have fun and enjoy!

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»Who are you?«

Charles felt like someone had pulled the world away from under his feet. The only thing keeping him upright was Max's arm, which was wrapped around his waist.

Lando and Max were equally shocked, exchanging glances. They'd thought that everything would be fine now...

When Kyra held eye contact with Charles, looking as confused as ever, tears filled the Monegasques eyes. All hope he'd built up after talking to the doctor was crumbling away again.

He turned away from Kyra, hiding his face in against Max's chest. Even if she couldn't remember him, he didn't want to worry her.

Pulling him closer, Max felt teary-eyed as well. All the shock and fear coming down him. He'd tried to hold it together for Charles, but even he had his breaking point.

Lando had been a sobbing mess before either of the men shed a tear, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of Max's hoodie.

»Oh my god, guys!« Kyra shouted as she saw what she'd caused. Waving she tried to get their attention, but only ended up hurting herself in the process. Groaning in pain she admitted, »I was just joking! I don't have amnesia, okay?«

»What?!« Charles head snapped around, fixating his girlfriend as if he was going to jump on her.

Kyra did think he would with the speed he came running at her. Bracing herself for impact she covered her face with her hands, but nothing happened. At least nothing violent.

Charles came to a halt in front of her bed, tears dripping down on Kyras head. It were tears of relief now.

She was alive. Breathing. Talking. Even making joke, no matter how tasteless they were.

And she could still move her arms, so her spine had to be okay, right?

Charles didn't waste any time asking questions and instead sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully pulling g Kyras hands away from her beautiful face. He wanted to see all of it.

The color which had returned to her cheeks, her lips and mostly her eyes. God, had he been scared to never see them looking at him again. To never meet the ocean blue gaze again, which he loved so much.

A little dizzy by all the motion Kyra blinked at him, a smile appearing on her face as she discovered the tears running down her boyfriends face.

Softly she laid a hand on his cheek, brushing them off. »Why are you crying, Charlie?«

»Because... you- I though you wouldn't-« He had a hard time speaking. It was all too much.