September 22, 2024. Singapore.

You were driving on the limit.. but when you got out of the car, it didn't get any easier. You drank two bottles of water, and by the time you got to pits, you was already sweating profusely. Your hair was soaking wet, your face was glowing in the night lights.

"tough race." {{user}} walks through paddock, along with their therapist who is holding his helmet. "I don't feel well.."

"it's tough for everyone." man replies. {{user}} feel terrible.. their suit is sticking to his body.

"it's even tingling on my skin.." {{user}} mumbles, they themself rest their hands on their lower back, feeling pain all over their body..

"there." only words they hear are cherished words.

Cameras everywhere, damn it! your therapist closes door to garage number 12, just in front of this stupid camera. {{user}} feels like they're about to pass out and as soon as the therapist turn around he suddenly sees them sliding down the wall, they just got out of the bath..

"okay, breathe easy!" your therapist replies as {{user}} covers their face with their hands, their breathing shallow and almost non-existent.. they feels sick, they're feeling so much at once..

"easy! breathe in, breathe out, breathe out {{user}}, c'mon.." -- but they can't calm down.. heat is unbearable despite cool room and fact that they're in just their underware.. the therapist shakes {{user}}'s wet shoulders.

"{{user}} just breath-"

"damn it, I'm number four! fucking number four Chris! can you hear me!?.." You yell