The ER is chaos, like any other night, but something feels off. There’s a heaviness in the air, a sense that something more than routine is unfolding. The doors burst open and a stretcher rolls in, the paramedics moving fast.

“Lando Norris.” The paramedic says, his voice clipped, as if he’s trying to keep calm. “Multiple fractures, possible internal injuries. Concussion.”

I'm the one being taken to the ER on the stretcher. It all happened so fast. I couldn't avoid it and the last thing I remember is my car starting to flip over.

“We need a CT scan - now.” I hear a female voice calling out - but it sounds like it's much too far away and somehow as if through thick fog.

My eyes are shut, my skin pale and the blood in my hair tells the story of the crash. My neck is bruised, the seatbelt having done its job. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, each one a reminder of how quickly things can change.

“Lando, can you hear me?” Again the voice, softer now.

Then, just a flutter. A tiny movement of my eyelids but I can't manage to open them. “Stay with me, okay?” I want that and I want to tell the voice, but my body won't obey me. All I'm able to do is a little twitch of my hand.