Fight

P. Fourthy three

LUNA
My smile grows when the door opens, my sisters waiting for me. The twins both with a camera in their hands, today is the first day of filming. I let go of my suitcase and hug the girls. I missed them. 'Can I take it back?' I look at the camera, this is already weird. A camera filming me constantly, we just need to see how people react to the first episode and then we'll see if we continue. I think I'll get used to it eventually.

'Nope.' Shit.

      'So what is the planning before the first race?'

I get my phone out of my pocket. 'Let me check my agenda.' Almost every day has a dot. Amazing. 'Well the car launch is this week, the day after we do some filming, a shoot for Levi's in London, some more filming for Toro Rosso.' We've already filmed some stuff last week. 'After than we have pre season testing in Barcelona. Then we're finally going home to Monaco, week and a half of training every day to the max.' I raise my thumb, because I love it so much. 'You're gonna join me by the way.' I look at all the girls, only Nova isn't here but I'm flying her over that week. 'March 10 we're flying to Aussie, getting used to the time difference and then it is already the first race weekend.' I can't wait.
The sun is burning on my skin, it isn't that hot, it's pleasant.

'Ladies.' Dad enters the back yard with drinks. He lost weight, a lot. I'm proud of him, he said he wanted to do things different this year. It's weird seeing him other than a big bear, but it looks good on him -healthier. He's still is a big bear, he always will be, just smaller than before.

***

'Fuck!' Pain rushes through my fingers. What's my hand doing there?

'Are you ok?' Finally I remove the car door from my fingers. It hurts. My hand shaking, red. Seeing the blue color coming, already.

'Yeah totally fine,' I say sarcastically. Blowing on my fingers, as a way cooling it down. But isn't helping shit. Why does this always happen?

Charles walks over to me. Taking my hand, having a look at it, likes he is a doctor. 'Let's get it checked.' I start shaking my head. '--No, no need.' But it hurts.
His expressions tell me different, deadly serious. 'We are getting it checked Lune.' Sounding like my father.

Keeping my hand above my heart, like I've learned. Jeez this hurts. 'Why is there always something happening to me when you're around?' It's true.

Charles laughs. 'I'm sorry.' I get back into the car, this time on the other side -Charles driving. I've missed my, that's not weird, it's like missing your own bed.

'How are you gonna cook tonight?' I've invited some of the boys for diner this evening, Charles was helping with me with some extra chairs for on my small balcony -that's going to have to wait now.

'I got the girls, I can still use my finger and other hand.' I'm not moving it though, that hurts. '--Not when it's broken.' I start shaking my head, not wanting to believe that. I won't suit the timing, it can't. 'It's not broken.' With somewhat of a struggle -not good typing with one hand- I text the girls what happened and that we're going to the hospital.

So it is broken. My ring finger to be exactly and my pinky is sprained. I'm glad I'm not wearing any rings today because my finger got thick. They're currently taped together, it has to stay like that for a little while. I'm relieved it's a stable break and on my right hand, I have a lot of things I need to sign.
The doctor says I'm good to race, really blessed. But it has to stay on for four weeks, at least. I hope I won't feel it too much when racing.

Charles and I are on our way back home, finally, we spend two hole hours in the hospital. My guest are coming in 2 hours already, there is so much left to do: I need to fresh up, made the actual diner and other things.