While Danny lay in the operating theatre Tracey sat in the waiting area of the hospital. She was of course concerned for her husband but she was not worried. The fact that the woman in the ambulance had told her they had sedated him too keep him from feeling the pain helped a lot, it meant his unconscious state was medical not physical.

The leg wound, with what she thought was the gear stick, or perhaps part of it, sticking out was a different matter. The ambulance officer had mentioned that they didn’t want to remove that in the ambulance which in itself sounded bad but didn’t have to be. He was in surgery so they could remove the gear stick and patch his leg, all things considered after what he’d been through that was fairly mild. His life wasn’t threatened, no more than anyone having what the doctors called an easy operation, so unless things changed in theatre he would be coming out of the anaesthetic as they would expect him too.

Like in most people just being at the hospital induced stress, high blood pressure and higher emotions in Tracey but because of the situation before Danny went in and the way the ambulance officers had talked to her she felt a lot better than she had the few previous times he’d been in hospital.

Had the race Danny been competing in been live to air and one of his main events the hospital waiting room would have been a bit more hectic with managers, team hangers on, and even some times fans. But because the Classic Cars was a low key event Tracey spent the first twenty minutes at the hospital by herself. She was a bit ambivalent about being alone but if the alternative was what she had the last time Danny had a serious accident where she didn’t know half the people she could admit she preferred being alone.

The first person to walk in to the waiting room was Dave, he’d been contacted by the team Danny was driving for, the sister team to their own and rushed straight to the hospital. He headed straight up to Tracey, sat down next to her and asked how things were going. Outside racing Dave and Tracey got along, they weren’t best of friends but they weren’t enemies, not that he’d ever tell her such but Dave often felt sorry for Tracey when after a heart to heart with his lead driver Danny had spilled a little too many beans about the things he’d done to spite his wife.

“He’s going to be alright, I’m sure of it.” Tracey told Dave.

Dave, who’d spent more time that a normal person should have in a hospital waiting room thanks to his thirty five year career in motorsport, understood most of what Tracey told him about the accident and the medical conditions as she saw them. He was as relieved as she was to hear that it things did not appear life threatening. Conversation eventually moved from how Danny was to what he was doing racing in the Classic series, at which time Tracey realised Danny hadn’t even told his team boss that he was racing in the support series.

“Goes without saying that I’ll field the media if, or more likely when, the vultures find out, but is there anything else I can do? Make any calls? Get you anything? Notify anyone?” Dave asked when Tracey had finished updating him on Danny’s situation.

Tracey nodded. “You can give Rick a call, I know he’d want to be kept up to date.”

“Done,” Dave replied, “I did that on the way over here he’s waiting for me to update him when I have more news. It will filter through the rest of the team tonight.”

Tracey wasn’t overly concerned about the rest of the team but telling Danny’s best friend was important. “Thanks. I’ll call my Mum when we know more, no point getting her worried until we know more. No idea ‘bout his parents though. As far as I know he hasn’t spoken to them for months.”

The relationship between Danny and his parents was a troubled one. They didn’t like his racing career, never had, and they avoided anything to do with it, but there was a rift in the family that even Tracey didn’t fully know because Danny had refused to talk about it. He rarely spoke to them, they rarely spoke to him and if the topic ever came up Danny always said the problems were “their fault”. They spoke occasionally at Christmas but definitely not every year and phones calls during the year would number less than five. As far as Tracey knew he also had not seen them, despite living only a few suburbs away, for more than a year.

“Ok, well I’ll leave that part of things up to you.” Dave said.

“No worries. Thanks Dave. Since he’s going to be fine I’ll wait until he’s out of it all and I’ll give him the option to ring them.” Tracey was speaking ahead of the surgeons results but there was little reason for her not to be hopeful that Danny would come out of things fine.

“I’ll also have all of Danny’s gear picked up from the track and have it sent back to the workshop.” Dave said.

It wasn’t the most important thing that needed doing but it was still something that needed to be considered and something neither Tracey or Danny needed to be consumed with. It was the sort of jobs that often got forgotten in times of stress but Dave’s ability to disconnect the personal and professional sides of things ensured he was on top of it.

“How did you both get there this morning?” Dave asked obviously assuming that they’d both travelled together. “Do you want someone to pick up your car?”

“We’ve got two cars, both in the team parking area.” Tracey said before adding. “I didn’t get there until late.”

Decisions about the cars were made and Tracey gave Dave her car key and the spare key for Danny’s ute that she had on her keyring. Dave promised to have her car brought to the hospital and Danny’s delivered, with his gear from the pit garage to the workshop, then bid her farewell and told her to he’d be back later in the evening.

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