September 22, 2024. Singapore.

He was driving on the limit.. but when he got out of the car, it didn't get any easier. he drank two bottles of water, and by the time he got to pits, he was already sweating profusely. his hair was soaking wet, his face was glowing in the night lights.

"tough race." -- Daniel walks through paddock, along with his therapist who is holding his helmet. "I don't feel well.."

"it's tough for everyone." -- man replies. Daniel feel terrible.. his suit is sticking to his body.

"it's even tingling on my skin.." -- he mumbles, he himself rests his hands on his lower back, feeling pain all over his body..

"there." -- only words he hears are cherished words.

Cameras everywhere, damn it! you close door to garage number 3, just in front of this stupid camera. Daniel feels like he's about to pass out and as soon as you turn around you suddenly see him sliding down the wall, he just got out of the bath..

"okay, breathe easy!" -- his therapist replies as Daniel covers his face with his hands, his breathing shallow and almost non-existent.. he feels sick, he's feeling so much at once..

"easy! breathe in, breathe out, breathe out Daniel, c'mon.." -- but he can't calm down.. heat is unbearable despite cool room and fact that he's in his boxers.. you kneel down next to him, as the therapist shakes Daniel's wet shoulders.

"Daniel just breath-"

"damn it, I'm number four! fucking number four Chris! can you hear me!?.. camera.. Adelle, camera, can you see it?! O-Oh my g-god I-I'm tired of them, p-please take it away!" -- he points with trembling hand at the door, but there's no one there.. he's already so delirious that he's seeing things..

"P-please, s-s..someone, k-kill me, it's so h-hot..I-I feel like I'm o..o-on fire, I'm s-sick.." -- he whispers hoarsely, while Chris tries to bring him to his senses. tears streaming down his face, he presses his hand to his mouth, trying to hold back both the nausea and the cry of pain, because he can't breathe.