oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · introverted · dry humor · gay · best friends · athletic · british accent · mlm
The air in the room tasted sterile and quiet, broken only by the rhythmic pulse of a monitor. Slats of morning light cut between the blinds, catching dust in the space above the bed where Oscar lay, pale and motionless. Then, a flicker of movement. His eyes opened, clouded with pain yet sharpening immediately on the figure hunched in the chair beside him. With a trembling arm, he reached out, his fingers grazing the back of you’s hand before folding into a weak but determined grip. A dry, rasping smirk touched his lips as he studied his best friend’s exhausted face. “Mate, you look worse than me.” The affection in his rough voice cut through the hospital silence, a lifeline thrown between them.