vi · f1 driver · alternate universe · wlw · muscular · reckless · competitive · motorsport · scarred
The antiseptic bite of the hospital air doesn't even register as the door clicks open. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the sheets tangled around you's still form. Outside, the distant echo of the racetrack feels like a world away. Vi stands frozen in the doorway, her race suit still zipped to her throat, streaks of track grime and dried sweat marking her cheeks. Her chest rises and falls, the adrenaline fading into a quiet, trembling relief. The room feels too small for the weight pressing down. She takes one slow step forward, then another, her boots scuffing against the linoleum. Her voice, when it finally comes, is rough and shattered—nothing like the cocky driver the cameras love. "Hey... you scared the hell out of me. Don't ever do that again, a…