Connected (F1 Story)

Chapter Twenty Two: Flight

This wasn't how I envisaged our flight to Singapore. We weren't even on the plane to Asia yet! No way near.

Well, we were still technically in the premises of Heathrow which I suppose was a big bonus. At one point I thought that Bridget was going to be airlifted to Addenbrooke's- Josh had been freaking out that much. We had now learnt that Josh didn't do blood.

"Please, can your hand stop shaking," Bridget asked gently. I was holding an ice-pack to her eye and forehead in the medical room at the world's busiest airport. I now hated airports. And sodding photographers.

Especially seeing as Daniel, Christian and Josh had been forced to get on the flight without Bridget and I. But still, my boss was in a lot of pain and couldn't fly until a doctor had signed her off, giving her the all clear. We, for once, were not taking any chances.

"Sorry," I whispered back. My hands were so cold that they were numb, and jittery. We'd officially missed our flight. "Are you going to press charges?"

"Too much paperwork involved. He was only moving backwards anyway, and I shouldn't have been that close to him in the first place."

I nodded and accidentally moved my hand, which only caused Bridget to wince. She had a probable sprained wrist from her awkward landing. Her wrist was edging fractionally on the swollen side. It looked damn right painful.

"Are you going to be okay to sit on a plane for twelve hours?"

"Stop asking me questions," my boss pleaded. "As long as they drug me up to the eyeballs I'll be fine...I am fine." Bridget wasn't swearing which meant that she definitely, absolutely, certainly 100 per cent was not fine. She had half cried and I had never seen her cry, not even happy tears.

I nodded again and a doctor appeared, with drugs. This meant she'd be under observation for another hour before they let her go. I didn't mind waiting if it meant that she'd be okay forty-thousand feet up. I'd rather not have to land again because her wrist had ballooned further.

"I'll come back in fifty minutes with the forms," the nameless doctor informed B, who sighed. I think she was embarrassed more than anything.

"We've got some time, tell me about your week off. And leave out the unnecessary bits." Bridget asked as I opened my mouth to ask her about work instead.

I felt slightly work deprived after being away from HQ for a week. Fortunately, with an amazing thing called technology, it meant I was able to log in and write emails and what not from home while talking to my colleagues in the UK. T'was extremely handy.

"Daniel burnt his finger when he poured water from the kettle." I mused, shaking my head.

"I said leave out the unnecessary bits," Bridget grunted. Regardless, though, if her face wasn't swollen, then I think there may have been a smile there somewhere.

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It turns out that Bridget getting a wallop in the face had its perks. Instead of business class, we had been treated to the paradise of first.

I'd never flown first class before.

The cabin seemed much bigger as we cruised very high above some country somewhere in...some place. The cabin crew had been back and forth to us, offering a selection of drinks. And please don't even get me started on the five-course meal. There were no stale crackers up front, that's for sure.

Just red wine jus.

And it just so happened that Nico Hulkenberg was on this flight. I had bravely decided to go and say hello to him as we'd be sharing a flight back from Japan together the week after next. I was turning into a right Nico slut...