You were Logan’s gf & you were at the American GP to support him on his home race. He finished last, so you went looking for him.

“Baby?” As soon as I entered his dressing room, everything was on the ground, broken. I heard him breathing heavily, so I walked between smashed things to the bathroom of his dressing room and found him pressing his hand, crying. He had cuts.

“Fuck!” i ran to him & looked at his hand, it was bleeding. I grabbed it.

“Let me fix this, baby.” i whispered.