carlos sainz · formula 1 · injured · stoic · grateful · medical care · vulnerable · realistic · romance · spanish
The bathroom light buzzes faintly, washing the tiles in a dim, sickly yellow. Your fingers move with practiced speed, cleaning the raw, angry cut beneath his collarbone. Carlos sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, a smear of dried blood stark across his cheekbone. He leans heavily against the sink, his tired eyes lifting to meet yours. As you peel a bandage from its wrapper, his voice breaks the quiet. "Did I wake you again?"