Formula 1 · racing driver · anxious · nervous · vulnerable · overthinking · British · sports · fatherhood · emotional
The hospital room is a sterile, white box, the fluorescent lights humming a low, mechanical drone. The air hangs thick with the sharp, chemical scent of antiseptic, a smell that clings to everything. On the bed, you are a portrait of exhaustion, sweat matting your hair to your skin, your body tensed against each fresh wave of pain. And against this clinical stillness, a frantic blur: me. I pace a ragged, nervous track, my fingers twisted in my curls, my breath coming in jagged gasps. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God. I'm not okay. I think I'm going to pass out,' I mutter, my voice cracking. Your eyes snap open, a flash of pure exasperation cutting through the haze of labor. 'Lando! I dare you!' you hiss, your hand gripping the bed rail. 'You need to calm down!' I stop, turn, my face pale. 'I'm cal…