REQUESTED BY me. i just wanted to write this today.
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you had seen the crash. you had seen his engineer talking to him on the radio with a worried face. you had seen the medics running to the scene. you had seen them extracting him from the car and placing him on a gurney. and you had seen the helicopter take off and fly away with him.
it felt like hours had passed when you finally arrived at the hospital. you asked after him at the front desk, and the nurse told you that he was already in surgery but that she would update you when she knew more. you took a seat in the waiting room and the only thing you could do was wait. and wait. and wait. every time the nurse came your way, you were hoping for updates but all she did was offering something to drink and eat. you had been sitting there for hours. maybe 5. maybe 10. maybe 20. you didn't know.
finally a doctor came into the room, searching for something.
"family of jules bianchi?" he asked looking around the room for a response.
"yes," your voice was weaker than you thought. you hadn't been crying but it sounded like it.
"he's out of surgery. you can see him now." your eyes shut up at the doctor standing a couple feet from you.
"really? is he ok?" you asked, still worried sick about him.
"yes, he's stable."
you followed the doctor down the hallways. it smelt like alcohol and latex gloves, a smell you found foreign. he stopped and pointed inside a room and you looked inside. there he was. your everything. he was hooked up to god knows how many machines and there were so many tubes around him. but he was there. he had a bandage around his head but you could still see his beautiful face.
"he should wake up any minute now." just as the doctor said that, jules slowly opened his eyes, and the tears you had held back for hours were streaming down your cheeks. he smiled when he saw you and you walked closer. you wanted to take his hand in yours but you were afraid it might hurt him. you sat on the side of his bed looking down at his as the tears fell down and hit his face. he was weak but got his hand to your face to wipe away the tears, causing a small smile to appear on your lips.
"i was so worried," you said, your voice breaking.
"i know, babe," his voice was hoarse and low, "but you don't have to worry anymore, i'm fine." he never wanted you to worry about him. he always said it was him who should be worried about you, but you didn't agree. he was the one driving cars at 300 km/h for a living. he was the one risking his life every single weekend.
"i love you so much."
"i love you too, mon ange." he tried sitting up a bit and you lowered you head to kiss his lips ever so gently. you were still afraid of him being in pain. "i have a surprise for you, but you'll have to wait until i'm up and running again."
"a surprise? for me?"
"yes babe, for you." he smiled. there was that beautiful smiled that made you fall in love with him in the first place. "i actually planned it to happen after the race, but i might as well do it now actually, although i don't really have the things i need," he said and you didn't understand what he was talking about. he took your hands in his and squeezed them. "y/n, will you do the honour of becoming my wife?"
"yes. yes, jules. of course i'll be your wife."
"thank god, you said yes. i don't have the ring right now, it's back in the hotel room."
