A/N: this was requested by Henni909 . I hope you like it
Normally I do the requests I get in order of when I get them, but not this time. The next request was originally one with Ayrton Senna, but as it will be 25 years since his death next Wednesday, I decided to postpone it until then, as it makes more sense.
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It was a nice spring day. Not too warm. Not too cold. Your boyfriend, Billy, and you were at Donington Park, close to Leicester. It was a sunday and the third race of the second was going to take place that day. There had already been two races the day before, where Billy had gotten a podium in the first race. You were so proud to see him standing there on the podium with his trophy and two of his fellow drivers. It might not have been a win, but it looked to be a good start of the season for Billy.
That is until things changed dramatically.
A few laps into the third race Billy went for another overtaking opportunity, but it didn't work out quite as planned. Suddenly the car in front of him had slowed down. Billy has quick reflexes, like any racing driver, but no one could have avoided what happened next. It was like a movie, everything was in slow-motion. Billy hit the back of the car in front of him, and his car seemed to shatter into a million little pieces. The car continued a bit further down the straight, before it came to a stop. You watched in horror at the little amount of the car, that was still intact. All of the nose was gone and the car just looked like a tangled mess. Everywhere on the track, there were carbon fibre debris. It looked serious and you instantly started to worry.
You knew, that race cars now a days were safe, but you couldn't help but worry about Billy and what he might have felt in the moment. He didn't seem to move inside the car, and as the marshals ran to him, tears started to form in your eyes. Your hands were covering your mouth and your body started to shake. You felt the urge to run out on track to him, but a part of you knew, it was best to let the professionals handle the situation.
Usually when there was a crash, the marshals would run to the car, check if the driver was ok, and if he or she was, they would give a thumbs-up to let people know. That didn't happen that day. Yes, they ran to him to check on him, but there wasn't any thumbs-up. This just made you worry even more. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. You would never forgive yourself, if he was dead.
Luckily, he wasn't. It seemed like hours had went by, but finally one of the marshals us a thumbs-up. Even though you then knew he wasn't dead, you still knew that he wasn't completely fine. If he was fine, he would have jumped out of the car himself or at least already had been helped out by the marshals by now.
You didn't know how much time had passed, but suddenly a helicopter landed next to the track, and Billy was carried to it. It lifted off, and flew away. You kept looking at it until it was out of sight. You were still in his garage, tears streaming down your cheeks, and your whole body was shaking with fear.
Hours later you arrived at the hospital and was sat in the waiting room. The nurse had told you, that he was already in surgery, and that she didn't know the extent of his injuries. You were sat there for hours, completely still. Not because you didn't want to move, but simply because you couldn't. You were paralysed with fear and you could feel the black void taking over your body. You didn't think. The nurse came to you multiple times to check on you and to offer you some food and water, but you thanked her no every time. You couldn't eat or drink either, as the black void had gotten to your stomach and destroyed your appetite.
Many hours had passed, but again the nurse came over to you. This time, she didn't offer food, she told you, that Billy was out of surgery, and that you could go visit him in his room. Your head shot up at her words, and a new kind of fear appeared in your body. How was he going to look? Was he going to look like he always had, or would he look different, or even unrecognisable? Had he hurt his head, and did he then suffer from amnesia? Was he even going to recognise her and love her like he used to?
You stood still for a moment, gathering your thoughts, before you followed the nurse to his room. It was dark, as the curtains were drawn, but not so dark, that you couldn't see anything. In the middle of the bed, a bed was placed, and in you could see Billy lying. He had just come out of surgery, so he was still anaesthetised. but he could wake up any second.
One of the surgeons, that had operated on him came into the room and told you, what they had done. He said, they had to amputate both of his legs, as they were unable to save them, because of the many injuries that were inflicted in the crash. You flinched as he said crash. It took you back to what had happened earlier. The memories shot through your mind, and you were on the verge of crying again.
When the doctor had exited the room, you sat down next to Billy on the bed. You took his hand in yours and entwined your fingers, while your other hand went to stroke the hair on his head. You didn't have any words to describe what you felt in that moment. Happiness; he was alive. Disbelieve; how could something like this happen. Sadness; how would he feel when he woke up and realised he didn't have his legs anymore.
Your hand kept stroking his hair as tears started flowing from your eyes again. They ran down your cheeks and fell on the bed, right next to his head. You bent down to place a kiss on his cheeks, before you sat up again and continued stroking his hair, while having your other hand in his. You didn't want to leave his side ever, and you were determined to help him in any way he might need help. You were not going to give up on him, you were going to stay and fight with him. You knew he was strong, and you knew he was stubborn. He would keep fighting and struggling, and he was never going to give up, ever. You wouldn't let him, because you knew how much it meant to him to not be seen as different because on his injury. You knew he would want to be treated exactly the same, and you were going to do that, while still be there for him, when he needed your help.
