formula one · racing driver · car accident · injured · adrenaline · control freak · intense · modern setting · sports · drama
The scorched carbon fiber of your car still smolders in the pit lane, the acrid smell of burnt rubber and fuel hanging heavy in the air. Fluorescent lights harshly illuminate the wreckage as you stand there, adrenaline fading to a hollow ache. Your race suit is charred, but you're alive. Lewis Hamilton steps into the light, his helmet off, eyes scanning you. "Luckily you don't have anything," he says, voice low. But you know the real damage hasn't been done to the metal. So now, you, what do you say to your team?