A/N: Sorry this chapter is really choppy and kind of meh. I don't know, it might be alright. I wanted to give you a little something to tide you over until i update this weekend. I apologize that I haven't been updating regularly, I started a new job and have just haven't been able to update. Thank you everyone for your patience. As always, please vote and comment. :) Enjoy!
T.C.:
I flipped through the channels trying to find the race. If they don’t have it I’m going to explode. After my third round through the channels I finally found it. It was still during the countdown to the race, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss any part of it. I watched intently as the cameras panned into the infiniti red bull garage. I turned up the volume to hear what the commentators had to say about the team.
“And tragically in the red bull camp they are missing a key team member today. T.C. Jennings the newest member of the team, rising star, and Daniel’s engineer was involved in a serious automobile accident last night. We have only been given very few details about the incident, however we have been informed that while sustaining several major injuries, she is doing well and expected to be back with us for the next race.” the first commentator announced. The camera focused on Christian and Daniel who were in the middle of a conversation.
“What a shame, I know that poor Daniel will be lost without her.” the second commentator said. “She is definitely in our thoughts and prayers for a quick recovery.”
Although, I had been in extreme physical pain for the last twelve or so hours. It was a completely different sort of pain watching everyone in the garage preparing for the race, without me. The most wretched feeling started in the pit of my stomach and expanded into my chest as I watched Daniel getting ready. I felt like I was letting him down by not being there. My job was to be there for him and right now I can’t, and it hurts. What if he doesn’t do well or worse, what if something happens to him? All because I couldn’t be there to help him. It hurts because I know I am powerless to change this situation. I just have to lie here and endure it.
“On a lighter note, we have also observed a beautiful young woman who has accompanied Ricciardo to the race this weekend.” the commentator continued. The cameras focused in on Desiree and Daniel interacting. She placed one of her hands on his chest. They were smiling and laughing. Its like I could feel my heart being torn from me chest. Slow, excruciating and inescapable pain. Somehow this was even more crippling than the pain from my accident. I knew that my bones and bruises would heal and be somewhat forget, but my broken heart will never be the same.
Is it selfish that it hurts me to know that he isn’t even thinking about me. I’m laying here, in a hospital bed and he is still so enamored with her. It hurts to know that he isn’t there worried about me. I’ve decided that it is selfish. Incredibly selfish. I am desiring for him to be un-happy on my account. I guess that’s what people who are un-happy themselves do.
“You’re in love with him aren’t you?” a nurse had snuck in while I had my eyes glued to the television. I looked to her, confused. “The man that came to visit you this morning, is the same one you’re watching like a lovesick teenager. You really care about him don’t you?”
“I wish I didn’t.” I looked at her honestly. Sharing something that I had been hiding from everyone, with a woman a barely knew.
“He’ll come back to you someday.” she said, glancing back at the TV. Desiree was hanging on Daniel. She appeared to be cooing about how nervous she was for his safety, or something to that affect.
“I don’t think so.” I muttered. To my relief the cameras left the red bull garage, to go invade someone else’s privacy.
“He came to see you. He cares about you too.” the nurse nodded. “I see a lot of couples in here and see how they react in these types of situations. After a while you develop kind of a sixth sense about these things. I saw the look on his face. You’re the one he cares about.”
