The room smells of sweat, rubber and determination.

John's sharp voice cuts through the air, making it impossible to forget why you're here.

The Pre-Season Training is brutal, but for you it's even worse.

You haven't trained for months due to an sickness that has left you weakened and behind schedule.

While Lando has gotten himself into peak shape, you're still fighting your way back.

John isn't gentle with you.

If anything, he pushes you harder than you can handle.

"Again!" He snaps.

You struggle to complete a series of box jumps.

Your legs feel like lead, your lungs burn, but you grit your teeth and jump.

Lando has just finished his neck workout and wipes the sweat from his forehead before coming to you.

"She's exhausted, John! She can't do this anymore" He mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear.

John folds his arms. "She needs to catch up. If she wants to fight for podium places, she needs to fight here first."

Lando glances at you, the concern in his eyes clear, but you shake your head. "I can handle it."

And you did.

Barely.

Lando helps you to the ground and gives you a water bottle while you lie on your back, gasping for air.

"Babe, I understand you're trying to catch up, but don't kill yourself in the process" He says.

You turn your head to look at him.

You're drenched in sweat, your shirt sticks to your skin, but there's something wild in your eyes.

"I have no choice. I have to prove that I deserve this place." You admit.

Lando sighs and nudges your leg with his foot. "You already do!"