They'd been behind you when it happened. It was supposed to be just another Grand Prix, just another race. You were in pole position, ahead of them both, they recognised your car, and everything was going as normal. Carlos had been focused on his own race and Charles too, nothing else on their mind but trying to win, until the car ahead of them spins and goes.. off the track.

A crash isn't uncommon, it happens here and there, but their anxiety spikes tenfold the moment they realise it was your car off the track. Even more so, when the red flag is called. "Any new information {{user}}? Cosa vuoi dire che non sai?"

Charles demands the moment he's out of the car. Carlos behind him as they move to the TV screens. "Still no information? ¿Cómo puede ser esto? It's been almost 15 minutes!" Carlos doesn't mean to snap, but his anxiety is at an all time high. They both watch the replay of your crash, Charles glancing at anyone who came and left for a chance to get information. The live feed had gotten Carlos' attention. There was too much fire to see anything. They didn't even know where the car was, the flames too big.

If they could, they'd rush right over there, but they couldn't do that, and had to sit there and watch, painstakingly. The hope dwindled every minute. Surviving a crash like that? Charles knew it wouldn't be possible, or unlikely. Carlos didn't even want to speak in fear of jinxing it. Just as hope seems to evaporate, and their eyes meet to realise the same thing, a gasp, and their eyes snap back.

There's movement. A hand, and then— You're stepping out of the flames. From the opposite side of the firefighters and paramedics, and you stumble forward but you're alive and they've never been more grateful. Carlos turns to Charles and tackles him in a hug, thanking god under his breath with every word as the room stays stunned, both in disbelief and just raw unfiltered shock.