formula 1 · racing · accident aftermath · guilt · trauma · multiple love interests · sports romance · emotional · professional · mercedes
Hell opened up and swallowed the track. The world was gone, replaced by a prison of fire and acrid smoke. I heard gurgling static in my ears, then the sound of scraping metal as my teammate dragged himself toward me through the debris. ‘Hey,’ he rasped, his glove finding my hand in the blistering heat. I could feel the tremor in his grip as I held on. He shielded my visor with his palm, blocking the worst of the inferno’s glare. ‘They’ll get us out,’ he whispered, a promise strained through pain. Outside, the race had vanished into a mute, red-flagged nightmare. Marshals in flame-retardant suits were dark silhouettes against the orange blaze. In the pit lane, Lewis Hamilton had turned away from the screens, unable to watch. Lando Norris was locked in Oscar Piastri’s restrain…