Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Beautiful Mess - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: For my dear Comparedtoyou!
If you liked this, you should also take a look at my one shot called Wrong Side Of Heaven 😇

Lyrics of the song Beautiful Mess by Kristian Kostov is between brackets.

Warning: mention of a crash and heavy injuries. May trigger some emotion (just in case)

You nervously bit your nails in the back of the Red Bull pit box. Max was doing so well out there on the track of Albert Park today. He was in a current P5 and his engineers knew he would fight for a place higher up the grid.

You looked over at the sudden whispers and worried faces at the pit wall and his engineer was heavily shaking his head, panic almost seen in his eyes. It made you even more nervous than you already where, what was going on?

"Brakes, Max, you have no brakes. Don't push the throttle!". Max almost jumped at the loud volume of Gianpiero's voice ringing through his ears. He couldn't even hear it. His foot pressed down on the throttle again, the flying speed giving him the roller-coaster butterflies in his stomach.

"Repeat, repeat". He muttered.

"Max, you have no brakes, let the car roll...". At the same moment he noticed, because when his foot pressed down on the brakes, he didn't brake. The speed was too high for the curve that came up and the only way to stop the car, was to let it crash.

His mechanics stood up from their spot and you stood up as well, rushing towards them to see what was happening. The worst scenario shot through your head, a crash like Fernando Alonso had last year.

Shivers ran up your spine at the idea, but as soon as you heard the sirens of the ambulance, you knew enough.

Max couldn't control the bolide anymore, flying into the wall with G forces around 6.5. The immense impact morphed the steal and the fuel was leaking, exploding completely as the engine was on fire. Max's body was between the wrack and they were busy getting him out of it, hopefully alive.

{When the world shakes us
trying to take us out of line
Fear of tomorrow
feelings we borrow for a time}

You felt like your whole world came down, pressing like a block of concrete on your chest as the screens replayed the crash. You wanted to run down the pit lane, hoping you'd see him, but one of the mechanics pulled you in his arms as the silver Mercedes bolide almost crashed into you.

You were crying now, screaming sobs and trying to get away from the guy who held you. You weren't strong enough to get out of his grip, your hands shaking and your vision blurred by the tears.

{Water so deep
how do we breathe
how do we climb?}

Your breath hitched in your throat and it felt like the water of the ocean came to fill your lungs. The race was red flagged now, everybody in a hazy state about what happened. Brains clouded by the fact that this sport was deadly sometimes.

A helicopter took Max's lifeless body away from the wreck, his leg hooked in an unnatural way. But he was still breathing, his heart doing his best to keep his body working. Max felt like his brain could explode out of his skull any minute.

"I love you baby, be careful out there". He remembered your voice, sweet like honey. "I'm always careful, babe. I love you too". Had been his response. His fingers moved through your hair and he pressed his lips on yours before hopping into his bolide.