The liar / Sebastian Vettel

1. The meeting

It is Friday. Free practice day. I wake up reluctantly at 7 and I take a shower. I love taking showers and the feeling I get when water runs over my skin.
I arrive at the circuit perfectly on time, I go to the Medical Centre where I have a coffee with Jennifer, my colleague. We are in Belgium, but every member of the staff comes from a different country. For example, I am English, Jennifer is Canadian; Matteo, the head nurse, is from Milan...

We come here whenever there is a race. I just come here for the F1 race, then I go back to London, where I currently study.

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It is 4 pm and nobody was hurt. I am all alone right now, everybody is already gone. Sometimes I ask myself why I'm always cleaning up and not the others...

I am about to close the door when a guy arrives. Blond, quire tall. He is wearing a t-shirt with "Red Bull" written upon it: I suppose he is a driver. He has a black eye, various scars on his face and his arms and his lip is bleeding.

"Hey!! Wait!!" He runs towards me, gaining my attention.
"Good evening, how may I help you?" Maybe he is my age, but politeness is a serious thing here. Even after working hours.
"Err... can you give me a patch?"
"We have them... but I do not think that a patch is enough. If you come in, I can visit you".
"Okay then. Sebastian, Sebastian Vettel" he tells me, reaching out his right hand.
"Kelly, Kelly Edwards" I answer, shaking his hand.

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He sits down on the examination bed, I switch on the light and I start examinating his scars.
"Mr Vettel, how could you hurt yourself so badly?" The wounds are not deep, but they are quite a lot.
"Discussion between drivers" he replies.
"It looks like the discussion degenerated, though..."
"Yeah, may be. By the way it's not my fault. It all began because of a certain Spaniard called Fernando Alonso. Do you know him?"

"I watched every single F1 race from 1999, of course I know him."
I would like to tell him, but how can he know it? Also, I'm still trying to keep the level of formality high.

"Yes, I know him. It does not look like your injuries are severe. I'll just sterilize them and you will be free to go" I look at him and he smiles to me. And what a smile...
"What about the lip?"
"Some ice will be sufficient, sir"
"Please, call me Sebastian. I don't like being called «sir»."
"Alright, Sebastian"

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Hi everyone!
So, as I said in the description, this is a translation of my first ever fanfic. It was my first one, so maybe not great, but it has a special meaning for me so I decided to translate it.
English is not my first language. If I made a mistake, please let me know with a comment.
I hope you'll like it!

~♡and☆