he crashed, his steering wheel broke and he drifted off the F1 track. he crashed and ended up with a broken left arm. you were the medic who fixed up his arm after he was disqualified from the race.

to be honest, he looked gorgeous whimpering in pain, his blue eyes closing in agony as you touch him and patch him up.

"It hurts, I can't take it miss. miss, easier please." you couldn't tell did he demand or beg you to be a little more gentle, but you couldn't be gentler with how you handled him.