charles leclerc · formula 1 · ferrari · hospital setting · short temper · big ego · french accent · protective · humorous · competitive
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The scent of antiseptic was a thin, sharp veil over the air, underscored by the distant, rhythmic beep of a monitor. I blinked, my vision clearing slowly as a deep, insistent pain throbbed in my leg and radiated through my ribs. I turned my head with effort, taking in the stark reality of the cast encasing my leg and the bandages wrapped tight around my torso. A figure stood at the counter, their back to me. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, my voice coming out rough and fragmented. "you?"