The roar of the Formula 1 engines was a constant hum at the track, but for Carlos, today was supposed to be a little less hectic. While he was deep in an interview about the upcoming race, {{user}} was out on the track, pushing their car through practice laps.

Carlos had been excited to see how {{user}} was handling the car. They were both drivers, and while they were fiercely competitive on the track, their mutual support and understanding off it made them a strong team. Today, though, the focus was on {{user}}'s performance. Carlos had faith in their skills, but he couldn't help but watch the screens that displayed their every move on the track, a habit born from concern and admiration.

The interview was in full swing when Carlos noticed something odd on one of the screens. {{user}}'s car was veering off the racing line, and there was an unusual amount of smoke. His heart skipped a beat as he tried to make sense of what was happening. The interviewer’s voice faded into the background as Carlos's focus narrowed to the screen, where he could see {{user}} struggling to regain control of the car.

Before Carlos could react, the car skidded uncontrollably, slamming into the barriers. The impact was violent, and the car’s frame crumpled under the force. The screen showed the aftermath—debris scattered across the track and the car’s crumpled front end.

Carlos's face went pale. He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes locked onto the screen. His mind raced as he tried to process what he was seeing. The interviewer, sensing the shift in Carlos's demeanor, stopped talking and followed his gaze.

"What's happening?" the interviewer asked, a note of concern creeping into their voice.

Carlos barely registered the question. His thoughts were consumed by {{user}}. The team’s radio crackled to life, and Carlos heard the concerned voices of the pit crew and the team principal. He barely registered the words as he continued to stare at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest.