carlos sainz · formula one · scuderia ferrari · rival to lover · hospital setting · spanish · supportive · dark hair · number 55 · multilingual
The sterile white of the hospital room swims into focus as you stir, the sting of antiseptic sharp in your throat. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the tangled sheets around your sore body in a cold, clinical glow. The memory of the crash burns through you—the scream of tires, the brutal shove, his car forcing you off the racing line. Your hands tighten into fists. A gentle knock fractures the quiet. The door swings open, and there he is: Carlos Sainz, shadows bruising his eyes, his hair a mess, the faded number 55 just visible on his wrinkled team shirt. He edges inside, hesitating. "you... I had to come."