It is the day after the horrific crash and despite the lingering pain, the doctor has decided to discharge me from the hospital. Right now I am waiting with Morgan. The first thing that I notice is the fact that she is looking very tense. The look on Morgan's face suggests that there is still some lingering guilt. An idea soon strikes.

"Morgan, how about we go out," I suggest. I know of a couple of places from my Formula 2 days. Morgan seems to consider my offer.

"Sure. Any excuse to avoid Dmitry's wrath," Morgan replies. Of course, she has that monster breathing down her back. The good thing is he hasn't got me to deal with yet. To be honest I don't want another confrontation but I find myself wanting to protect Morgan. After the briefest of waits, the doctor has finally given me the all-clear to go. After a ten-minute drive, we made it to a relatively small cafe. As we order our respective drinks I notice that Morgan is still tense even though I am fine. I am about to say something but Morgan beats me to the punch.

"Mick I need to apologise for being so tense. I just got scared and I can't get rid of the feeling that something else is going to go wrong," Morgan suddenly apologises. The thing is I understand where she is coming from.

"No, you don't need to apologise. A crash like that scares everyone and I was also thinking that I could assist your team when we get back to England for the break," I responded. The truth is I feel overwhelmingly guilty because of that I want to do everything in my power to help Morgan fix the car. I find myself reaching out and grabbing Morgan's hand. It is clear to me that Morgan is not convinced by my offer. Even then it looks like my gesture has calmed her down a little. As Morgan considers my offer we receive our drinks.

"I think it would be better if you use the two weeks to relax," Morgan responds. She is right but I cannot sit around while she is left with my mess to deal with. Plus I'll have the chance to relax after I've helped her. If she lets me help that is. After fifteen minutes of idle chit chat Morgan and I have parted ways for now. I have decided to go to the track to see if I can talk to Guenther and the press officer, Stuart. Thankfully it doesn't take long for them to find me. Guenther has a concerned father look on his face. It really must have been a big shunt for him to be worried.

"How are you doing Mick?" Guenther gets to work on checking on me.

"Honestly I've been better but I need to ask about the media stuff," I say as we head towards the Haas motorhome.

"Well, I've prepared a statement for you," Stuart responds as he shows me his notebook. At least he knows what I want to say. I find myself giving a nod of approval. After a few more hours at the track, I head back to the hotel to relax. I have decided to relax as the pain in my temple is back. Luckily it is only the dullest of throbbing. I take a painkiller tablet just in case the pain gets worse. It doesn't take long for me to get ready for the night. As the hours go by I find myself being eluded by sleep. It is annoying but I think I know why this is happening. My mind is replaying different versions of the crash. The thing is I should be fine however the truth is I am well aware of what can go wrong.

It doesn't take long for me to find myself at Morgan's hotel room door. I timidly knocked on the door. I realise that Morgan may not even be awake. I am soon proven wrong. A bedraggled Morgan answers the door. She rubs her eyes to shake the last little bits of tiredness from her eyes. I can tell that it hasn't worked.

"Sorry Mick I was woken up by a nightmare," Morgan gestures for me to join her.

"At least you got some sleep," I reply. Even though I am tired my body has refused any attempts at getting any sleep. After a few minutes of talking about what is bothering us Morgan gets comfortable in her bed.

"You know you can join me," Morgan says as she lifts the corner of the bed sheet up. I guess one night in the same bed never hurt anyone. I take Morgan up on her offer. After some careful manoeuvring, I have gotten comfortable. For some reason I find myself being comforted by Morgan's presence.

"Thank you Morgan for supporting me," I utter before giving her a small peck on the forehead. We soon drift off to sleep. The next thing I know it is the morning after. I try to free myself from Morgan's grip so that I can get ready for the trip to Switzerland. I find myself smiling as I gently try to free myself from Morgan's embrace without disturbing the sleeping Austrian. Unfortunately, I am unsuccessful. A groggy groan falls from her lips as her eyes flutter open.

"Morning Mick," Morgan says as she releases me. I feel a little guilty that we have to separate for a week but that is the nature of Morgan's job. As a driver, I have it easy.

"Good morning Morgan," With that out of the way we got out of bed.

"I'll meet you in the lobby in an hour," I suggest. Morgan nods her approval. I can tell that she is still a little tired. After thirty minutes of making sure that everything is ready for the journey home, I head to the lobby. It is there that I find myself checking my phone. Most of the messages are of my family checking on me. Since there is a lot I will respond to them when I make it back home. It didn't take long For Morgan to join me. After an hour in the car, we make it to the airport.

"I'll see you next week," I can feel the soft contact of Morgan's lips as they make contact with my cheek. It's only a quick peck but the gesture brings a soft smile to my face.

"Yes," I reply as we part ways. I just hope that nothing goes wrong for her over the course of the week. Knowing Dmitry that is not going to happen. After a few hours of driving, I made it home. The first thing I notice is the fact that it is quiet. I put it down to the fact that my mother and sister are out on a trail ride and my father is relaxing. I sit down on the couch to relax. It doesn't take long for the peace to be shattered.

"I'm sure Mick will be fine plus dad had a lot of worse crashes," Gina responds to whatever was said before. I find it odd that they haven't noticed the fact that I am here. To be fair I hadn't brought my suitcase in.

"Yes but I'm still scared for him," my mum says. To no one's surprise, she is quick to realise that I am here. The first thing she does after I get up pulls me into a tight hug. Even though it is tight I can tell that she is relieved.

"I"m glad you're ok Mick," She mutters. It has been a week since then and as promised Morgan has arrived. The first thing that I notice when I lay eyes on her is the fact that she looks tired. Well a little more tired than usual. It may be her urge to please Guenther. There is just one problem.

"Mick, it's not what you are thinking. I don't need to impress Guenther," Morgan reads my mind. I am a little confused about how she was able to do that.

"What do you mean?" I ask as we get comfortable on the couch.

"I'm thinking of moving to Ferrari after the summer break. Dmitry is making my life miserable" Morgan hangs her head in shame. I know for a fact that Morgan is one of the best mechanics that I have had. I will fight Dmitry if I have to but Morgan is staying as my lead mechanic whether he likes it or not. It will be hard work but love makes you do things that you never thought were possible.

"You know I'll make sure you keep your job. Whether it would be Haas or somewhere else,"  I announce. Morgan throws me a puppy dog look. At least Morgan found the confidence to tell me what was going on. I am looking forward to showing Dmitriy that he is wrong about Morgan.

"You should find something to watch," I say as I pass the TV remote to Morgan before flopping onto the couch. Morgan is quick to join me. After a second of looking Morgan has found a horror movie to watch. I guess she will be using it as an excuse to snuggle. Not that She needs an excuse.

"Thank you, Mick, for offering to help," Morgan whispers as the credits start to play.

"Don't worry I need someone I can trust," I say. I find myself giving her a kiss on the cheek before getting settled in. Luckily for us, Gina and my mother have gone on another trail ride. It gives us a chance to get some privacy. I am glad that I can have some time alone with Morgan. For some reason, I am unable to prevent myself from thinking of the best ways I can help Morgan. I try my best to focus on the movie but my mind is filled with worry. I can feel Morgan's grip tighten on my shirt as the movie gets scarier. Now the reason why Morgan chose a horror movie makes sense. My hand traces the lines of her shoulder. Thankfully the two of us were able to get through the movie without too many issues.

"Hey Mick, do you think your mum and sister would be happy for me to join them on the next trail ride?" Morgan asks. A good question.

"You can ask but I'd be careful. The horses are a lot worse to deal with than the cars," I tease as Morgan relaxes her grip. It seems like Morgan just wants to do something different.

"I think I can manage," Morgan responds, a little too optimistically. Maybe I could join them if it happens. It will possibly take my mind off the drama. Sure I haven't ridden for a while but, to be honest, I just want to see Morgan enjoying herself. That's all that matters to me right now.