second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 62

1 light...
2 lights...
3 lights...
4 lights...
5 lights...

lights out...

i ignore the pain in my stomach and focus on the track, pressing my foot down to accelerate to a high speed and overtake the mclaren ahead of me whilst wincing in pain and keeping the vomit in my stomach.

"come on angel." i mutter to myself, fighting with piastri to keep the position.

but i just didn't have the energy to keep it, loosing the position to oscar just made me angry at myself and i wasn't planning to give it up, but hamilton begins to attack from  the behind and i was forced to defend.

"come on angel, you've got this kid." jules says down the team radio.

jules' inspiration helped me keep the position and create a space between me and the seven time world champion behind me, but i couldn't fight off the pain in my stomach but instead groan through the pain.

a couple of laps passed and well, i kept the car out of the wall. but i didn't exactly stay p4, but dropped to p6 within 20 laps.

"okay angel, how are the tyres." jules asks, after i go slightly wide off the track.

"yeah no, fine." i say, breathing heavily.

"come on angel, you can do this."

"i don't know anymore jules... i really don't know. i don't feel good at all."

"you need to stop?"

"maybe, i want to keep going but..."

"it's okay if you can't do it angel, no-one expected you to even go out there today. if you want to retire the car it's alright. but it's your call."

"i'm sorry, i've got to stop." i say hesitantly. i was so mad at myself! i should never have let myself stop. i was being an idiot, a shit driver.

"it's alright, come back to the pits slowly, let any car pass you. i'll come meet you."

once i was back to the pit lane, i slow the car down in front of the aston martin garage, and let the mechanics turn the car into the garage. i felt so ashamed that i had to stop during the race.

but, as promised jules was stood waiting for me with my bottle in hand. i take the steering wheel off, and stand up to get out of the car but stop half way. i didn't even have the energy to climb out of the car. jules and two other mechanics help me out, supporting me as i step onto the floor.

"come on kid, let's get you to your room." jules says, placing one around around me to help me walk after i take my helmet off

"i just feel so shit." i say, putting all my weight onto jules.

"well, you do have food poisoning." jules says, trying to make me laugh.

"no, it's just. i wanted people to know that im better than what happened last year." i say, feeling the tears in my eyes.

"well of course your better, but still, last year was not your fault." he says, and i stay silent. it was my fault, no one else was in the car with me. if i hadn't crashed in the first place, i wouldn't have slid into zane. maybe i deserved what happened to me last year. maybe i deserved worse

"angel." jules says, interrupting my silence.

"sorry, i just feel really faint." i say, leaning against the wall.

i slowly open my eyes, before quickly closing them again, blinded by the light above. from the glance i had, i saw jules stood beside me with a worried look on his face.

"you okay?" he asks, kneeling down beside me.

"yeah, i think so." i say, holding my hand to my forehead, before trying to stand up.

"no, no. sit back down." jules says, gently pushing me down.

"what?"

"i've called the doctor to come back."

"this is going to be a brilliant birthday." i say, hanging my head back.

"indeed, a full day in bed."

"how exciting."

"i can't tell if your being sarcastic or not."

"definitely sarcastic. my god, kimi is going to be pissed. "

"pissed at what?"

"me? i'm gonna be sick-" i say; before turning my head and throwing up all over the floor. twice.

"don't worry. let's move you into your room and clean this up." jules says, helping me up.

"thanks, im sorry. you shouldn't have to clean up that."

"it's fine, honestly. but why will kimi be mad at you?" jules asks, sitting me down.

"well he said i shouldn't race, said it was the wrong thing to do. he said that i wouldn't let myself stop."

"i did think that too, but you did. you did the right thing for yourself. and im so proud of you for that. maybe next time you will stop before the race."

"i don't think im that far yet."

"no, probably not. ollie was doing good y'know."

"yes, he was. do you think i could go see the doctor after the race? i want to watch the race."

"go one then, put on a hoodie first your practically shivering."

once i had the hoodie on over my race suit, jules hands me a plastic bag before supporting me whilst walking into the garage. the race was already into the last 15 laps. but ollie was in p4, and fighting for a podium.

"how the fuck am i still throwing up? i don't have any food in my stomach" i complain.

"because you have food poisoning, and if you would have just gone to the doctor it would have stopped by now."

"but i need to be here for ollie."

"i know you do, but im coming with you to meet him, okay?"

"why, you don't trust me to go to the medical centre?"

"i don't trust you to not faint again."

"how kind, but i think i will be fine."

"well i don't. and im your engineer, it's my job to look after you."

"on the track you look after me."

"yes, but im also your friend. so it's still my job to look after you."

"so you finally admit im your friend."

"yes, angel your my friend." he says, sighing and shaking his head.

"best birthday gift ever."

"now that, is the saddest thing i've heard." jules says, laughing.

"well your the one friends with an 18 year old. i think that's worse."

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! sadly, i can't post for the next two/three days but i will try to make up the missed days afterwards.