The Little Princess

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"Baby, I should probably go and get back into the car now?" Pierre said, gently lifting her head up off his shoulder. "I'll go back to Ferrari, Joris will probably have questions. And I left my phone there." Y/n mumbled, leaning her head into his hand. "Are you going to say be safe, okay, or I love you?" Pierre asked laughing. Y/n looked at him in shock, "What do you mean?" "Well, I noticed that you only say it to people you care a lot about, and you always say it before you do something risky or something. You always say it before a race. I figured it was your family's version of I love you?" Y/n just nodded, thinking to herself, "Please be safe, I love you." she said leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips. Pierre kissed her back, mumbling against her lips "I'm always safe, I love you too" before pulling away and making his way to his car. "Stay with me tonight?" he called over his shoulder. "Okay" she shouted back, before following him out of the alpha tauri garage, walking towards Ferrari. Joris met her outside with a smirk. "So, you and Gasly?" he laughed.

Y/n's phone had been blowing up since the stupid kiss they had on stupid live television. Firstly from Charlotte, laughing at her. The next two were arthur and lorenzo, blatantly losing their shit. Then the rest were fans of Pierre's or her brothers. However, Y/N had missed one very important email from the night before. But more on that later. Y/n was watching sadly as her brothers face changed after they announced max as world champion. He had been so close for a while, but had been let down and it showed. Even when he was celebration on the podium, Y/n knew Charles wasn't alright. As she and Joris wandered back to the motorhome paparazzi and journalists swarmed them. They were demanding answer to questions about Charles and Pierre. Joris held onto Y/n's hand and kept repeating "She has no comment", until one very forceful paparazzi grabbed y/n by the arm forcing her to stop and she screamed in fright. She was crying, as she was now seperated from Joris by a gang of photographers. "Please leave me alone" she whimpered quietly. "I don't like this please" the frantic girl was looking around trying to see Joris but all she could see was the flashing of cameras. Y/n could feel the panic setting in, she hadn't had a full blown panic attack in a while. Definitely not since she'd met Pierre. She was shaking and crying covering her face with her hands, trying to push past the photographers to where she hoped Joris still was. As she tried to push past, she was pushed back and she fell to the floor. "What the hell is going on here?" a loud voice asked from behind the crowd. "P" She knew it was him, however she was in pain and could hardly call out to him. "Get out of my way" he said roughly before kneeling down next to Y/n. "Princesse are you alright?" his eyes were frantic. It was perhaps his most stupid question. She was very clearly not okay, this was the worst he'd ever seen her. She looked terrified. "I- P- I-" She couldn't form words, she could hardly draw in a breath. "It's okay baby, come on" Pierre said quietly picking her up and harshly shoving anyone that got in his way. Joris had found him, telling him Y/n needed him. "P, I- I'm in pain" she mumbled resting her head against his chest. "Okay" Pierre made a beeline for the medical centre. 

"Hello, Hi, Um this is Y/n Leclerc, she just got knocked down and she had surgery 3 or 4 weeks ago, and she says she's in pain. And I think she is having a panic attack." Pierre said following a nurse through to somewhere he could put Y/n down. Usually the medical centre didn't allow paddock guests, but obviously Pierre's frantic attitude and Y/n's last name pulled some strings. "Hi Y/n, my name is Sukura, I'm just going to give you some oxygen to calm down and then we'll assess you, is that okay?" Y/n nodded quietly in response to the nurse, still very clearly not being able to breath.  Pierre stroked Y/n's hair as she started to take deep breaths, her body slowly calming down. She leant back and continued to breath holding her hands over her stomach. When Sukura noticed she was settling, she pulled out a chair and sat next to Y/n. "So, Y/n, this young man here tells me you're in some pain after your fall, could you show me where?" Y/n nodded slowly and indicated towards her stomach with her head, still taking deep breaths with the oxygen mask on her face. "She had abdominal surgery after Monza" Pierre rapidly fired at Sukura. "Okay Y/n I'm going to just have a little look at your stomach, okay? Is it alright if I pull your dress up slightly?" Y/n nodded again. Sukura turned to Pierre, "I'm going to ask you to leave, just for her decency." Y/n immediately shook her head grabbing hold of Pierre as he went to stand up. "Okay, nevermind, patient has made her decision" Sukura laughed. As Sukura rolled Y/n's dress up over her hips, Pierre gasped. There was a lot of blood on the bandage on her stomach. "I'm just going to take off your bandage and have a look, then I can put a clean one on" Y/n nodded again. Sukura inspected Y/n's incision site attentively. "Okay, so it looks like you've pulled two of your stitches. It'll be sore for a few days but once it clots back up again you'll feel much better. I'll give you a pain killer which should help ease the pain" Sukura smiled placing a new plaster onto the site. "Thank you" Y/n mumbled taking the oxygen mask off her face, and pulling her dress back down. "How are you feeling? Like anxiety wise?" Pierre asked lightly playing with Y/n's fingers. "Better, that oxygen stuff helps." Pierre nodded. "So what happened?" he asked quietly. "They were asking questions about you and about how Charles feels having lost the championship, then they split me from Joris and one accidentally knocked me down." Y/n looked at her watch, "How much longer will I be here do you think? I think my brother needs me." At that moment Sukura came back with extra bandages and some painkillers. She handed two of the painkillers to Y/n and the rest to Pierre along with the bandages, "Look after her Mr Gasly, she is going to need some TLC, she will be in some nasty pain for the next few days." Pierre simply nodded, helping Y/n up and caressing her face lightly, "I won't leave her side".