in memorie of Anthoine Hubert
"DAMN IT" I scream when I get out of the O.R. I sit down on the floor looking at the ceiling. The tears start to fall. "WHY!" I scream again.
"We did everything. He was in a very bad shape. We couldn't do more." the other surgeon that was with me says.
I run my hands through my head. How could this happen? Why is life so hard?
"His family is outside..." Oh no, I hate this part. "You need to tell them." I get up, and I try to stop crying. I clean my face, and I step out to the waiting room.
* some minutes later *
I close the door behind me and I let myself fall to the floor, crying. Between the lines of fear and blame I start to rewind the all process. Where did I go wrong? I did everything that I could. I tried everything. I look to the red paint infront of me. Red!
"Charles!" I start running as fast as I can to the exit. I catch a taxi and, in minutes I'm in Spa's circuit again.
I run through the all paddock 'till Ferrari's place. I enter and I see everyone sad or crying. Everybody looks at me. They know that I was there. I see Seb. He looks at me and says:
"The third door on your left." I mouth in a thank you, and I go. I knock at the door.
"Let me alone, please!"
"Charles, it's me..." I open the door and I found him in tears on the corner of the room. I try to pass by his defense, and I touch his face.
"Come here love." He gets closer and I hug him. He starts crying again.
"I lost a friend." he says, between the tears.
"I know. I know. I'm here. I won't leave you."
[ how to save a life - the fray ]
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©️ Joana Fernandes Salvador, 2020
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FORMULA ONE - one shots
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