Driver (Sebastian Vettel) - ON HOLD

13.0 - Italian

A/N: Translations in bold and italic at the end of the sentence or just after speech now. 

MEGAN MOORE

Sebastian left me alone to after a while, he stayed to make sure I was okay for approximately half an hour before disappearing off. I did hear him say something about food, but to be honest, I didn't quite catch it as I was too focused on my throbbing head. Even twenty minutes after he left, it was still hurting, I hated headaches. I stumbled off the bed and pulled my case out from under it. Frantically I moved all the small things around before I pulled out what I had been looking for. Popping out a couple of the pills, I dry swallowed them before I put the painkillers back in the case and returned to laying on my bed. 

I closed my eyes as I laid on my back, my head grateful for the peace and quiet. 

A tapping made me open my eyes, I didn't sit up, I just laid there on my back and listened. Then I realised it was coming from the door, "You okay?" I called out before leaning on my elbows and sitting up. 

The door opened, and Sebastian walked in, he was holding a glass of water that he offered to me before he sat on the ottoman at the end of the bed and looked at me. He had changed from his overalls, he was looking a lot more casual now in his blue jeans and a white tee shirt. "How are you feeling?" I didn't know how long I had been lying there, but judging from how he now looked, I guessed it was longer than I imagined. Maybe I had dozed off while laying there, I didn't quite know. 

"I think I'll live," I joked as I wrapped my hands around the glass, holding it close to me as I crossed my legs underneath me. I smiled at Sebastian before sipping on the water, which surprisingly was ice cold. 

He raked his fingers through his hair before he spoke. "So, I've been given a couple of days off too." He sounded disappointed as he told me. He didn't look at me as he told me, instead he was looking at the floor. "I'm going to head home, just need to sort a few things out back there."

"Won't that take you forever to get back home?" I questioned as I tried to work it out in my head, my brain working overtime. After a few seconds, I gave up thinking about it, my mind not entirely with it still. 

He shook his head as he looked up at me, "About an hour and a half by plane."

I guess I hadn't thought about it before, I never needed to know how long to took to get from one place to another. I nodded slightly, "I'm heading to Simeri Mare anyway."

"Why?" He asked me as I reached over and placed my glass on the mirrored bedside cabinet. "I didn't think you knew Italy well."

"I don't know what gave you that idea," I laughed as I felt my head clearing, the pressure lifting. "I have friends here," I didn't want to divulge too much information, after all, it wasn't any of his business, and we weren't exactly friends, yet.

He got to his feet, "I'm heading off tonight." 

"Oh," I didn't know why I felt a little disappointed that he was leaving tonight. 

I watched him walk to the door before he turned and glanced at me, "Do you wanna grab something to eat before I go?"

Reaching for my phone, I pressed on it checking the time, seeing I had three missed calls and several texts, the time was about half 5 now. I looked back up at him and nodded, "Sure."