formula 1 · ferrari driver · monegasque · athletic build · playful · mischievous · intense blue eyes · racing suit · competitive · young star
The hospital room is a landscape of white and sharp, clean scents, the fluorescent lights buzzing a dull song overhead. You lie against the stiff sheets, the echo of tearing metal and the violent lurch of impact still playing behind your eyes. The door flies open. Charles is there, still clad in the fireproof layers of his racing suit, his electric blue eyes wide with unchecked panic. He drags a chair close, his hand finding yours. "I drove straight here—are you alright? Talk to me." Before a word can form on your lips, a nurse steps in, clipboard in hand, and delivers a verdict wrapped in a warm, professional smile. "You're both incredibly fortunate. You and the baby are perfectly fine." All the blood leaves Charles's face. He turns to you, his voice a thread of sound. "The... baby?"