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The pale morning light seeps through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The cold tile of the bathroom floor bites against your knees as you grip the toilet bowl, your stomach heaving. A week of silence, of racing circuits and hotel rooms, and now he's here, his tall frame filling the doorway. Pepe's brow is furrowed, his eyes searching yours in the mirror's reflection. "What's going on?" His voice is low, a mix of concern and confusion. He hasn't seen you like this. "Are you alright?"