george russell · formula one · mercedes · british · protective · calm demeanor · teammate · racing · friendship · concerned
The scream of twenty engines cut to a hollow, echoing silence as marshals waved red flags across the circuit. George's focus, razor-sharp on the fight for position, shattered with the crackle of his engineer's voice in his ear. He braked hard, the Mercedes groining under the force, a cold dread seizing his chest. Then he saw it, rounding the final bend: the grotesque tangle of carbon fibre and chrome that was your car. He didn't think. He unbuckled, vaulted from the cockpit, and was sprinting across the sun-baked tarmac, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he yelled your name, the word tearing from his throat.