SHIRT, charles leclerc

THIRTY - SEVEN, cursed

( NOT EDITED/ PROOFREAD )
- TW: ambulances, hospitals, blood, crashes(aftermath of it) etc.
- ALSO, idk how to write ambulance scenes so if i don't get everything correct don't blame me😭

SIXTEEN YEARS BEFORE . . .

A thirteen-year-old Jules Bianchi smiled at his seven-year-old younger sister, who stood at the top of the podium, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes crinkling.

Juliette had won her first karting race, her home race of course, in Nice.

She threw her arms up, one of them holding her trophy, as a grumpy Charles Leclerc stood one level below her, P2. Anthoine Hubert, smiled, as he stood at the lowest level of the podium, P3, watching as his friend celebrated her win.

Juliette immediately jumped off the podium, and ran to the arms of her older brother, who engulfed her into the most comforting hugs she'd ever been in.

The smell of his cologne entered her nose, she cherished the smell, as her brother gripped onto her tightly, spinning her around like a maniac.

A string of giggles left her lips, as she flew in the air, her bright teeth shined as she gazed at her brother in an awe.

"Congrats, Juli!" He exclaimed, a beaming smile played at his lips as Juliette squealed. "Oh god. I can't believe it, J."

"You deserve it." He then continued. "You beat all those boys' asses!" He laughed before realizing he cursed in front of his younger sister. His face fell.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that-"

Juliette put her hands on her hips sassily. "Come on dude, I'm not five! I know what ass means." Her brow shot up.

"Hey! Don't say that!" Jules warned, wagging his finger in her very amused face.

Juliette stuck her tongue out at him, before he attacked her with a bunch of tickles, a bunch of laughs left Juliette's lips, as she gasped for air.

Juliette was very ticklish.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry!" She heaved, a smile on her lips as he reface turned red.

Jules laughed, shaking his head. "Nuh, uh!"

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Absolute anarchy lingered across the Suzuka track.

Debris trailed all over the circuit, and the gravel.

Charlie's front wing flew off, and Juliette's car was absolutely crushed from the impact. Many rescue marshals ran through the scene, all with different pieces of equipment.

A tractor eventually made its way to the area, pulling the car away from everyone, with its hook.

Charles couldn't think. He couldn't believe it.

Fuck the Bahrain curse, there was some sort of Suzuka curse placed upon them.

His legs wobbled, as he followed the marshals through the gravel, his tear stained cheeks meshed with the patches of dirt on his face.

Charles watched in horror, as Juliette's limp body was pulled onto a stretcher, and put into the ambulance.

Charles sprinted towards the ambulance, grabbing onto one of the marshal's shoulders.

"I'm coming with." He insisted, the marshal glanced at him up and down, before letting out a sigh.

"Sir-"

"Don't fucking 'sir' me." He yelled, as the marshal flinched. "I'm coming whether you like it or not."

"The regulations say otherwise."

"Sue me." Charles snapped back, before hopping into the back of the ambulance, sitting next to one of the EMT's who tapped at the screen of some sort of machine.

The doors of the ambulance shut, as it started driving off. Juliette's unconscious body was laid upon the stretcher, blood trickled down her forehead, as her chest lightly heaved up and down.

She breathing, that's the most important thing.

Charles watched as the EMT wrapped something around her arm. Charles's brows furrowed. "W-What are you doing?"

The EMT glanced at him, pity seeped into her eyes. "I'm strapping her up into an EKG, I need to monitor her heart rate before we get to the hospital."

Charles's chest rose. "Why aren't you doing something to help her?! She's fucking bleeding and you're worried about her heartbeat? What if she broke her ribs? What if she got-"

"Sir, the hospital has the resources to identify her injuries accurately. My job is to make sure she's breathing on the way to the hospital." The EMT assured. Charles fell back into his seat, as he rubbed his hands over his face.

"Fuck." He said to himself softly, pure agony rushed through him, as tears threatened to spill.

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Four hours.

Four hours of waiting.

Charles didn't go home to change. He didn't move from his spot in the waiting room.

All he did was sit, and wait. He fell asleep for the majority of the time, understandably.

Other doctors were ordered to check on him as well, since he was involved in the crash.

But he denied any sort of medical checks. He wanted her to be okay before he was.

Pierre joined him in the hospital room, about an hour after the crash.

Daniel did too, and so did Lando. But they fought over the vending machine snacks for some of the time.

Some people gave Charles weird looks in the waiting room, which was understandable, he was still in his racing suit, which was bit unusual to see in an hospital.

A doctor, who was holding a clipboard, walked towards the four drivers, who eventually glanced up at him.

"She's stable, for now. And, she's awake. But she's very burnt out and-"

"Well, can we see her?" Charles piped up, already stood up as the doctor rose a brow.

"Family only."

Charles's heart dropped. She didn't really have many that she considered family.

Her mother of course, she had her father, but he wasn't considered a vivid figure in her life.

"We're family." Pierre huffed, his chin high as he stared down the doctor, who still had a brow risen up.

"Are you sure-"

"Just let us in the goddamn room." Daniel pushed, as the doctor sighed, complying with their request.

The four followed the doctor into the room, their eyes trailed upon an obviously worn out Juliette, who laid upon the hospital bed, her face pale, as she picked at the cup of jello they had given her.

Fucking hell. She looked absolutely crushed.