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The sterile hum of the hospital room masked the memory of screeching tires at the Canada Grand Prix. Lando lay still, his fireproofs stripped away, revealing a torso marked by impact. His blue eyes fluttered open, hazy with painkillers, fixing on you whose fingers gently tangled in his disheveled brown curls. The air was thick with relief and exhaustion. "Hey, Lando," you whispered. A faint, drug-induced smile touched his lips as he scanned the room. "What... happened?" he murmured, voice thick. "Just a crash," you soothed, kissing 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. Lucky you." Lando blinked slowly. "When can I race again?"