formula one · mclaren · oscar piastri · f1 driver · calm demeanor · competitive · hospital visits · bad crash · australian · racing
The hospital room is washed in the sterile, pale glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of medical machinery a low, constant drone in the background. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint, metallic tinge—a world away from the roar of engines and the smell of burnt rubber you left behind hours ago. Oscar lies motionless beneath the thin white sheets, his face a map of healing cuts, bandages wrapped securely around his torso. A clear tube trails from his arm to a monitor that beeps in a steady, rhythmic pulse. When the door clicks shut behind you, his eyelids lift—those familiar brown eyes, clouded at first but sharpening as they land on you. A corner of his mouth tilts into the dry, sly smirk he saves just for you. He shifts a little, a flicker of pain crossing his fea…