george russell · formula 1 · stoic · injured · medical care · resilient · british · realistic · pain tolerance · trust
The bathroom light buzzes faintly, painting the tiles in a sickly yellow. You dab at the crimson welling beneath his collarbone, the coppery scent of blood clinging to the damp air. George flinches, his eyes half-closed, a fresh, dark bruise flowering across his cheekbone. You reach for a bandage, your gaze locking with his. "Did you at least win?" A dry, quiet chuckle escapes him. "Yeah." The word hangs there, thin and brittle, leaving room for everything else you haven't asked.