Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Wrong Side Of Heaven - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: The original meaning of the song is not this way. I don't interpret it wrong, for this one shot I twist the meaning of it to my writing.

A close friend of mine requested this with the song of Five Finger Death Punch (beautiful song, I've been listening to it all day), she's not on wattpad (I'm trying to convince her for years!) and she thought I should really upload it to see your response to a less happy one shot in comparison to the others.

Lyrics of the song Wrong Side Of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch is between brackets

Warning: You'll probably cry, mention of death.

[I spoke to God today, and she said that she's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done?
I spoke to the Devil today, and he swears he's not to blame.
And I understood, cause I feel the same.]

"Max Verstappen?". Max faintly heard the voice and he groaned as the bright flashlight shone in his eyes, a latex hand holding his eye open. His head pounded and he looked around himself. Hospital. He could even smell it.

"He's conscious". The doctor, he assumed, said. "What am I doing here?". Max stammered. "You don't know anymore?". The doctor asked, adjusting the infusion on his arm. "You got in a car accident last night, it's not weird that you can't remember it though, your alcohol percentage was pretty high".

Max whined at the flashbacks that shot through his brain. "Where's Y/N?". He mumbled, looking around. "She's in critical circumstances". Max opened his mouth to say something, but the words got lost in his throat. He remembered calling her cause he was too drunk to drive himself home.

"Y/N, love. Could you pretty please please please pick me up?". He slurred through the phone, chuckling about himself. He laughed even harder as he heard your adorable giggled. "HEY YN!!!". Daniel yelled as he stood behind Max with a beer in his hand.

"Hey Dan". You laughed and looked over at the clock, two in the morning.

"I'll be there in five. Stay wherever you are baby". You said and shook your head, amused by your boyfriend. Max smiled and ended the phone call. You never got mad at him, even though he called you pretty often to pick him up in the middle of the night.

You'd rather have him safe with you in the car than that he drove himself and crashed somewhere.

"How critical?". Max heard himself asking. He sat up. The doctor swallowed and said nothing. "If anything happens now, the chances are about 10% that we can save her". Max stared at the wall, not understanding.

"Can I see her?". The doctor nodded and pulled the infusion from his arm. He stood up from the bed. His ankle ached a bit, but he seemed to be fine next to that. Your room wasn't far away from his and the doctor let him in. Max's breath hitched in his throat. You didn't even look like yourself anymore.

Your nose was broken, everywhere he could see were bondages. Your body looked lifeless. "We're keeping her in a coma, else the pain will be unbearable".

"Hey babe, did you have fun?". You asked as you opened the car door for him. Max nodded and leaned in for a kiss. You giggled as he almost missed your face. "I love you". He said and chuckled as he plunged down in the seat. You still had your pyjamas on, which existed of his shirt and a loose pair of joggers.

"I know baby, I love you too". You mumbled, focusing on the road as you turned to the right. Somehow you missed the truck coming in from the left side. Max's senses weren't bright at all, but remembered your scream that pierced through the night as the truck rammed your car, spinning it around and twisting it upside down.