#f1accident

[spicyclover]

The accident that caused our love | Part one

Summary: You love him, and he loves you, but none of you dare to take the first step. However, this is the season's last race, and you are ready to find him to admit that you are in love with him, but it appears the universe decided to get in your way.

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This is the season's last race, and you just got to Abu Dhabi airport. Having missed your connection in Spain, you had to wait several hours before successfully boarding another plane.

Frustrated, you get your backpack in the cabin and run to get out once you get off the plane and through customs. All taxis are taken, and renting a car must take at least three hours. You then decide to take a motorcycle. «What could be so different from a car?» You said to yourself, taking the bike's keys in your hands.

You manage to get out of the parking lot without difficulty and finally arrive on the highway. You try to keep a reasonable speed, but time is running out, so you start slaloming between the cars as best you can. At the same time, you are not very comfortable on your bike because you must have driven what? Twice in your life.

You have about ten minutes before you get to the circuit when suddenly, you feel your bike derailed, and you lose control. The minutes slow down, and you try to figure out what’s happening. However, you don’t have time to think long enough that you’re rushing into the security fence at full speed.

The impact was so strong that you were immediately ejected from the vehicle. You glided head-first into the ravine and made a few rollovers before your head violently hit a piece of your motorcycle.

You’re losing consciousness, a lot of blood around you.

Fortunately for you, being close to the circuit, the dryers intervened quickly, and you could be taken to the hospital urgently.

In the meantime, Carlos has repeatedly tried to reach you by telephone. He begins to worry and no longer focuses on what his strategist tells him. He suddenly hears ambulances leaving in the distance. Surprised, he does not understand why the ambulances of the circuit leave towards the highway on the outskirts of the circuit.

A few minutes later, the FIA announced that the race would be delayed because of a severe accident. Carlos tries again to reach you, and the phone finally picks up.

“Allo?”

“Hermosa, where are you? I just heard there was a big accident. Are you okay?” Carlos quickly exclaims. 

“Who is this?” Said the voice once again.

“Carlos. Who are you?” He asks, confused. 

“I’m Khalid, a paramedic. I have the personal effects of one of the wounded. Can you tell me if she has any close family here?”

“She’s hurt?”

“I can’t revile any information to non-members of the family. Can you statues your relationship with my patient?”

“Am... am her boyfriend.”

“Okay, she’s in an ambulance toward Seha Emirates Hospital. You’ll be able to find her there with her belongings.” The paramedic finished and hung up the phone leaving Carlos speechless.

The garage went silent, listening to the conversation. Nobody dares to speak or even move, and only Charles comes to Carlos and takes him in his arms. Tears fall, and he can’t seem to process any information. Just lost in a loop of confusion and fear. 

After several minutes in comfort, Charles finally declared they were going to the hospital. The Ferrari manager doesn’t even have time to add anything. Charles gives him a black look and comes out of the garage holding Carlos by the shoulders.

The vast majority of the Paddock have heard about the accident, and everyone is learning about the victims of this one, which allows the two men to travel the way to Charles' car without any interest.

To be continued...