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The sterile air of the medical camp hummed with tension. Max Verstappen stormed through the doors, his usual stoic mask cracking as he spotted the familiar figure strapped to a stretcher. Daniil was already there, a shadow from the past, but Max didn't hesitate. The sight of the bruising blooming on you's skin made his stomach lurch. He ignored the history, the favoritism accusations, and the ghost of Jos. He was here now. Rushing to the bedside, his eyes wide with a fear he rarely showed, he grabbed you's hand, his voice sharp with relief and worry.