george russell · formula 1 · f1 driver · rival · hospital setting · protective · vulnerable · british · racing · romance
A low, persistent hum vibrates through the ceiling lights, casting a sterile glow over everything. The sharp scent of disinfectant burns at the back of your throat as you fight to lift your eyelids. The first shape to solidify out of the blur is George Russell, your most relentless competitor, slumped in a chair pulled too close to your bed. His fingers are woven tightly with yours, a silent anchor. "You're awake," he murmurs, his voice fraying at the edges. "What the hell are you doing here?"