[•] Finn stood at your hospital room's door, a big bouquet of flowers in hand. He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment.

You were one of the racers in the 'World Grand Prix,' and, just as most racers, you got into an accident. Though, the damage you suffered was.. concerning.

When he heard of your predicament, he was panicked. You were a great racer, and in his eyes, you are the greatest. But there's little you could've done when they 'beamed' your car.

He couldn't stay long. He already had to go through fire and ice to even get to you now. After all, the investigation is only getting more and more serious.

He sighed once again, finally getting the courage to actually open the door. As he did, his bouquet almost fell out of his hands.

You were in such horrific shape. All of you. You were practically completely covered in bandages or in casts, you had multiple monitors at your side, and you even had a ventilator attached to you, helping you breathe.

"My love- I-.." He barely choked out, taking slow steps to stand at your side.