Whoot and here's 3 for you guys :3 I have up untill chapter 5 written down right now~ Thanks for the Fav's and alerts and all that spam, and just to be sure, They are humanized just because I wanted them to be able to cuddle and it felt awkward to do that as cars. I did have to put some jokes out (mostly in chapter one, where I wanted to make Francesco complain that McQueen first asked a towtruck for advice, and then took the word of a hippie traveling van.)

I am so fucking looking forward to writing a sequel thingy in radiator springs already ;D

Enjoy Chapter 3

McQueen looked at Francesco, trembling a bit. It was not that he went here because he liked hospitals or anything. On the contrary, he absolutely hated hospitals. He never not-hated them. Of course nobody liked hospitals, but he nearly feared them. Car crashes, surgery, death... the last time at the hospital was with Doc when he was dying. The time before that was with the King after his first piston cup.

Francesco had soon noticed how uncomfortable McQueen was here, so he petted his head and walked over to the lady at the service desk to ask her where the racers were. Every single one of them were still at the intensive care. The lady showed them where Francesco and Lightning could find them and Francesco kindly thanked her, making the lady blush slightly. "You may walk behind Francesco, so you can see Francesco's behind" He said with a grin as he hit his own ass where the other's name was still written.

"How long are you actually gonna keep that 'Ciao McQueen' thing? I think this is a nice time to take them off, as I won" McQueen clearly sounded uncomfortable, not because of the sticker, but the hospital. Francesco pressed the button of an elevator and an old man in a wheelchair followed them. He had a nasty wound on his head and McQueen quickly put his eyes on Francesco who was still holding him like a small child, which Lighting often did seem. He was really immature, even compared to Francesco's impatient behaviour

Francesco snickered a bit as he touched his own butt. "The grand prix is 'a not over yet, Francesco thinks this will still be useful" the elevator stopped at the third floor, which was where they needed to get out. "Mi Scusi" he said to the older man. He pulled McQueen's arm to get him out and led the way to the intensive care where the racers where being monitored. McQueen was still repeating that nice jumping sentence Francesco had just said in his head, Italian sounded so cute. Francesco sat down on a plastic bench in the quiet hallway and pulled McQueen down next to him.

"Aren't we going in?" Lightning asked nervously, trying to ignore the beeping noises of the heart monitors in the other rooms. He held Francesco's hand very hard unconsciously. He tried to remember the way Francesco pronounces those beautiful Italian words. It sounded so cute, sexy and funny. It was really enjoyable to listen Italians speaking to each other in their native language. Even better then Francesco's few sentences he used in between his English.

"No, there are already some 'a people inside, and they don't allow any more then 'a two visitors" he explained. "Francesco thinks Lewis and Jeff are in there" those were the only other racers who didn't have an accident. "They 'a were able to go here 'a much earlier than we" he said as he put his hand, which the other didn't let go of, on McQueen's lap to comfort him some. "We could 'a also go get a drink downstairs first? Francesco is thirsty of the long walk"

Lightning shook his head "let's stay here, there aren't many people who come here..." he said as he looked at the others hand, stroking his leg softly, which felt sort of nice. McQueen took a deep breath and tried to think of a way to get his head away again.

"Tell me McQueen," Lightning's head snapped up as Francesco didn't put himself in the third person "Why exactly don't you 'a like hospitals?" Lightning stared at him for a few seconds. Francesco just looked at him questioningly.

"D-Doc" it took him great trouble to get his name out. He kept looking at Francesco who seemed rather interested and serious.

Francesco stroked Lightning's leg some more. "Your mentor, il fabulous Hudson hornet?" Francesco asked. Lightning nodded slowly. "But he was a Doctor too... what is so wrong then? Don't 'a you think Doctors are good?"

Lightning shook his head. "It has nothing to do with the fact doctors work here..." He tried to think how he could place this in the best way "It's more, ehm, well, you don't go to the hospital for fun, that's mostly the point. It's never a good thing, going to the hospital. They might try to take care of you, but there is something wrong..." he kept quiet for a few seconds before he was able to continue "It was just such a drama when... when Doc passed away. The Sheriff told us that Doc had been aware he was about to die and that it was absolutely unnecessary to bring him to an hospital" he stopped again, retelling the story first to himself before telling it out loud.

"Ah, Francesco thinks he understands, you don't need to continue if you don't want McQueen" He said as he petted the boy again. "They did call the hospital, right?" McQueen nodded again. "For nothing" and he nodded again.

A silence befell them, beeping noises and the voices of Italian doctors filling the white hallway.

"A great loss, the Hudson hornet!" Francesco said to break the silence again. "But off course, Francesco has profit! McQueen is now much weaker without his mentor, isn't he?"

"Shut up, Francesco" Lightning snapped at him. "He taught me enough en left behind enough for me to keep going to the top, Doc wasn't an idiot" he said. Doc had actually prepared everything for his death. It was amazing how he could have kept it a secret for so long. All his works, books and his very own diary had been laid apart for McQueen to read and learn. Apart from the fact that he was brought to the nearest hospital, which was miles and miles away, his death was perfect. He made it so that McQueen could get over with all the problems as soon as possible. If he had only given it time, because he hadn't.

"Ahh, McQueen must sure be afraid of crashes, after being told about the Hudson hornet's great crash, no?" Francesco continued "and why don't you call him Hudson hornet like everyone else does?"

Francesco really started to work on McQueen's nerves now, but as they were in the hospital and McQueen needed some distraction he kept on talking. "Yes, that is indeed the reason. And I got to know him as Doc. Besides, he was more than just the fabulous Hudson hornet" McQueen again needed some time to find the right words "Hey, I don't think I can even explain how much more he is to me than just an Idol. But you wouldn't understand that"

Lightning could easily recall all the times he had called doc 'Hudson hornet' or even better at those time 'fabulous Hudson hornet'. That wouldn't just happen naturally. Only when he really needed something from Doc. Lightning rarely used that technique, but when he did, he was successful. It was always something in the lines of 'Oh, but can't the Hudson hornet do that for me? Really? Well that is quite disappointing from the fabulous Hudson hornet' and with some more nice words and innocent smiles Doc would do everything lightning asked him.

"Well, I hope they aren't too badly injured, I do want some competition when I win the grand prix" Lightning said to change the subject. Francesco directly began to explain how he was going to win everything. Doc was left behind and Francesco's lost was brought back to life.

Some 20 minutes later it were indeed Lewis and Jeff who walked out. McQueen got up quickly to greet Jeff, whom McQueen had already met a few times back in the states. He quickly chatted up with him, after Jeff could congratulate Lightning with his victory. Lewis quickly did the same and they had a very short chat while Francesco impatiently waited for him. Lewis and Jeff let them alone soon so they could enter too.

The first one greeting them was the Brazilian woman Carla Veloso. She looked surprisingly good even though she was the first to have her engine to explode. "Hello winners" She greeted with her exotic accent. Francesco directly picked up the opportunity to get slightly romantic, showing the greatest concern for the tanned lady. She said she was well prepared for the crash against the wall after her motor exploded, unlike the other Brit, Nigel Gearsly. He was still at surgery. McQueen just sat there uncomfortable on the other side of the hospital bed.

They made a quick round to check all the racers who weren't at the surgery. After that they returned to Carla, who was surprisingly still in the best shape. She asked Francesco all about his and McQueen's sprint to the finish and how everything went afterwards, to Francesco's disregard. Francesco covered up the big lines quickly and stood up. He disliked talking about this race; his lost was quite shameful for him. Carla didn't really know what she had done and just waved him out but Lightning followed him after wishing Carla luck. They both walked out of the intensive care.

"What do you a want from Francesco?" he asked without looking at Lightning who just followed the Italian.

"Uh, well, I don't really know how I'm supposed to get back to Santa Ruotina, with or without a car..." Lightning nervously said.

They got back in the elevator and Francesco still didn't look at him. Francesco pressed the button to go back to the main floor, but at the second floor a doctor ran into the elevator "Get out! Emergency!" He yelled at the two racers. Lightning, now really scared, had to be pulled out by Francesco to make place for a man on a bed with some major burns visible on his skin. The man was screaming out in pain. That was just what McQueen disliked about hospitals.