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It had been two weeks since John’s accident and he was still in the hospital at Spa. The first week had passed in a blur of morphine and agony, but by the second he had a better idea about what had happened - and how it had the potential to ruin the rest of his life.
The hospital was a lonely place. Only a few of the staff spoke English, and none of them had the time to sit and keep him company. He'd had a few visitors in the early days, but none of them had been able to stay for very long. His girlfriend Sarah had stayed for several days, but even she had had to go back to work eventually - and he suspected she was more than happy to do so. She’d seemed uncomfortable with his distress, remaining distant and awkward when he broke down in tears three days after the crash. He hadn’t missed the relief in her expression when he’d said it was okay if she had to go back to England.
Now he sat alone in his room, the TV a siren’s call he couldn't bear to answer. Several hundred miles away, in northern Italy, the world of Formula One continued on without him.