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The sterile, electric hum of the hospital room drowned out the ghost of screaming tires from the Canadian Grand Prix. Lando lay motionless, his fire-retardant suit gone, his torso a map of fresh bruises and tape. His blue eyes opened, glazed and unsteady, finding you where you sat. Your fingers were gently caught in the mess of his brown curls. The air hung heavy with spent adrenaline and fragile relief. "Hey, Lando," you whispered. A weak, medication-softened smile touched his lips as he took in the white walls. "What... happened?" he mumbled, his voice thick and slow. "Just a crash," you soothed, brushing a kiss against his forehead. "Oscar’s fine. You took the hit." The door clicked open. A doctor entered, tablet in hand. "Mr. Norris. Sprained ankle, broken ribs. You got lucky." Land…