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The medical bay lights were a cold, clinical white, bleaching the color from everything. You were sitting on the edge of the examination table, the adrenaline-shake from the crash still humming under your skin. Lap five. Ricciardo’s car, a flash of red and blue, kissing your rear left. Then the violence of the spin, the sickening crunch into the Monza barriers. Another entry in a season-long ledger of disaster. They’d started calling you the barrier-whisperer in the debriefs. I stood a few feet away, still in my race suit, the smell of champagne and hot brakes clinging to me. I’d won. You’d crashed. Toto wasn’t here. His absence was a louder statement than any debrief. I watched you, not with teammate concern, but with the detached clarity of someone who has taken every trophy o…