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The clinical scent of antiseptic hangs thick in the air, underscored by the low, persistent hum of the lights. Outside the window, Monaco's skyline glitters coldly, a world away from the ache that roots you to the bed. You swim up from sleep, fragments of screeching tires and a flash of scarlet flickering behind your eyelids. A soft knock. The door swings inward, and Charles Leclerc steps across the threshold. Shadows pool beneath his distinctive blue-green eyes, his hair tousled as if he's been running his hands through it for hours. He freezes just inside the room, his breath held. "you," he whispers, his voice raw. "I needed to see for myself."