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twentysix.

By the time our flight landed in Barcelona, the only thing Ruthie and I had time to do was get ready to go out. Not that I'm complaining, but we couldn't leave until after Ruthie got off of work today because Cara was being bitchy about covering her shifts.

I was stressed and in pain, to say the least. Stressed because it will be the first time I'm seeing any of the Drivers since the attack – especially since I had no idea how Lando would react. In pain because, like I had told Lando on the phone the other night, I had decided to forgo this last dose of pain medication so it wouldn't interact with any of the alcohol I decided to ingest tonight.

"Lighten up." Ruthie smiled at me, squeezing my uninjured hand.

Thankfully, or not I don't know, all of my injuries were on the same side of my body. So, if you avoided the left side of my body, you're in the clear. Surprisingly, I didn't have any sort of head injury even though my head hit the ground rather hard. The ER doctors had taken scans that showed no damage, just told me I'd probably have a migraine the next day – which I did.

I sighed, squeezing her hand back, "Don't let me go too crazy tonight, m'kay?"

She smiled even brighter. "There's my girl!" I could tell she'd been worried about me the past few days. So, seeing me being willing to have a good time tonight must've been a relief to her.

I've just been very closed off and very much in pain since the attack. I don't even know how we didn't see him following us. The police reviewed the security cameras of nearby stores and he'd been following us for hours. I'm just glad they're getting a restraining order put into place. Apparently, he's also going to jail for a while too. Assault and breaking and entering, both of his recent offenses against me.

I just wish I knew why he waited 5-6 months to do anything.

I groaned when Ruthie and I found the line to get into the club. We're not with any of the guys at the moment, so we can't skip the line. We're reduced to commoners – which we are, but still. Lando said they had the VIP area reserved and our names were on the approved list, but we still had to make it inside.

"Jo! Ruthie!" A familiar Australian accent caught my attention.

I spun on my heels, turning to see Oscar walking past with Lily. Oh, my bright shining boy and his stunner of a girlfriend.

"Hi, Osc." I smiled at him, wincing when he pulled me into his signature bone crushing hug.

I knew that's how he hugged. Maybe I should've thought this through before I accepted one from him.

My ribs are on fire. I had to urge the tears welling up in my eyes to disappear.

"Shit!" Ruthie exclaimed from beside me.

Oscar nearly jumped away from me. He must've felt me wince and heard the alarm in Ruthie's voice.

"What did I do?" He asked, panic evident in his voice.

Ruthie sent me a look before turning her attention back to Oscar. I knew she was going to tell him, no matter how much I didn't want her to. It would be obvious anyway when we got into the paddock.

Thankfully, after telling Charlotte and the other media people of my situation, they agreed that I could still work, but the expectation of my workload for the triple header we were going into would be significantly less. They had a couple of additional photographers they could get to pick up my slack and they'd be there capturing the fine details. I was tasked with only capturing different pictures of Lando and Oscar, and not as much as I normally do. I basically only have one hand after all – my left hand only holds the camera, so, I've managed to figure out a way to still take pictures. It's hard, but I can do it.