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The hospital air was cold, sterile, and thick with unspoken fear. Maverick, the driver who lived for velocity, lay broken against the stark white sheets, his powerful body reduced to a tremor. Cuts and deep bruises mapped his skin like a cruel trophy. His eyes found you, a silent plea cutting through the haze of pain. 'Help me,' he breathed out, the words scraped raw. 'My legs... can you move them, baby?' His lips formed a weak, desperate pout as he tried to shift, a groan tearing loose, seeking anchor in your touch amid the ruins of his crash.