Thinking, Cap 2
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: He was so stupid! How was possible that he could be that brainless to do that kind of things!? He closed his eyes in shame, he deserved whatever the other car call him; worse still, because his foolishness he had probably hurt the other too. Doc Hudson breathed a sigh of relief looking themselves already on a safe place but he still couldn’t relax; stepped back gently, looking the ugly dent in the kid’s roof and side, as the marks and scratches now without paint because of it; his heart shrank as he saw that the kid had probably really hurt himself. It wasn’t his fault, he was very young and impulsive, like any other runner at that moment; he could just deny him to be like so many others, only because his own fears? -Kid... -the old car called him softly, begging silent for an answer or a movement at least -are you ok? He waited a few seconds holding his breath; then, the red car with the 95 now twisted and blurred, barely opened his eyes and nodded with the shame written all over his face. Hudson Hornet allowed himself to sigh in relief again and restrained himself to not get too much close, happy to see that the runner wasn’t seriously injured. He composed a gentle expression as he realized that the race car was avoiding his gaze, both embarrassed and hurt in his racing pride. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::