2 days later and we're at the Factory. Both Daniel and Max have to do some simulator work. Next stop is Malaysia and Max wants another podium. I want that too. He deserves it.

I walk into my office. It's the first time I'm actually in here. They were making sure I got one in the last couple of weeks. I put my bag down on the ground and sit down. I collect all my notes I ever made, that I keep with me in my bag and put it in a cabin that's in the office.

After organising my desk and all that, I make my way towards the simulator room, where Max is already getting into the car. I grab my notebook and sit down behind the monitor for Max's lap times. Max starts his laps and from moment one, he does pretty good. His lap times seem good, a bit more room for improvement, but not much.

"Try corner 8 with a bit more speed" I say. Max does so and it works, going even faster. This is really promising for Malaysia.

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Qualifying is always hard, especially when Mercedes is always on top. It's hard to get into the right mind set, for both Max and Daniel, as they know they have to fight each other for P3.

But Q1 starts and they are already battling. Q1 is horrible, though. The expected happens, Hamilton on P1 and Rosberg on P2. Then we get the Ferrari's. Behind them, are both drivers from Force India. Daniel on P7 and Max on P12 in Q1.

"Max, you're P12, what happened?" I ask him.

"Almost no grip in corners, I'll push harder in Q2" Max replies. I decide it's good enough for me and let it go. Luckily, Q2 goes better. Hamilton on P1, Rosberg P2 and Max P3. Behind him is Ricciardo and then the Ferrari's. And then Q3. The second run is starting and as usual, I'm nervous. Femke being a copy of me, is nervous as well.

Hamilton grabs pole position with Rosberg behind him. Then, Max crosses the finish line and stays in front of Daniel, so P3 for Max and P4 for Daniel. The entire top 6 is within a second of each other. It's good to see that both Red Bull and Ferrari are getting closer and closer to Mercedes. Just when I want to walk towards the garage, I start to feel sick. Without saying another word, I run towards the toilets. I know damn well that Rose is following me, as she is with us again.

I quickly run into a bathroom stall and throw up. After a few seconds, I feel Rose's hand on my back. I flush the toilet and sit back against the wall.

"This is the 4th time in 2 days that you threw up. What's going on, Jas?" Rose asks me. I've been blocking it from my mind, and yet again, I don't say anything to Rose. I just shake my head. Since we've arrived in Malaysia, I've been throwing up. I keep telling myself that it might be from the plane. Maybe I ate something wrong on the plane. And that's what I tell Rose.

"I know you're lying, but I'm going to let it go. Are you okay enough to go see the team?" Rose asks me. I nod, feeling slightly better. I stand up and Rose hands me my stuff. I thank her and we make our way over to the garage.

By the time that we reach the garage, Max is back in normal clothes after having post qualifying press conference done. He smiles when he sees me. I hug him.

"Great job, Max" I tell him.

"Thank you!" Max says. Rose goes over to Marcel and kisses him. Max wants to kiss me as well, but last minute, I turn my head so his lips hits my cheek instead of my lips. I don't want him kissing me after I just threw up. Max frowns, but lets it go.

"I'm going to do the interviews, I'll see you later, okay?" Max asks and I nod. He walks with his PR away. Rose then walks over to me.

"Let's go to the shops" she says softly. I nod and we walk away from the circuit, towards the little town.

2 hours later, I'm in Rose and Marcel's room in the bathroom. I had texted Max that I would hang out with Rose for a bit, so Marcel went with Max. Good, cause I don't want to face Marcel now. Rose hands me a glass of fanta. I take a few zips.

"Are you alright?" Rose asks me.

"Ask me again after 2 minutes" I mumble, eyeing my timer. I quickly take more zips of my drink, wanting to distract myself than staring at the timer.

"It'll be alright" Rose says softly. I shake my head. It won't be if my thoughts turn out to be right. It will be the worse possible thing that could happen right now. I am not ready and I know for a fact a lot of people will think the same.

"Jas, please don't beat yourself up" Rose whispers. I love her so much right now. She's here for me, through everything. Even now. I look up at her and see her slightly smiling, probably to make me feel better.

The most annoying iPhone sound fills the room and I click on my phone. Timer done. I turn to Rose.

"Can you check, I'm scared" I say, my voice cracking. Rose nods and stands up, walking to the bathroom. I feel like my life is flashing through my head. Everything that has happened so far. Can this mess everything up ?

It takes a few moments before Rose walks back into the room with the evidence. I look up at her and I can't read her expression. Sad ? Confused ? Happy ? I have no clue. She then takes a deep breath and looks up at me. She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again. But then, the words I was dreading to hear, fill my ears.

"It's positive"