F1 Groupchat + House PART 2

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And when the fever finally broke just before dawn, Mark felt a wave of relief wash over him.

As the first light of morning began to filter into the room, Fernando's eyes fluttered open. He looked at Mark, his gaze clearer and his smile warmer.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice soft but steady.

"Morning, love," Mark replied, brushing a thumb over Fernando's cheek. "How're you feeling?"

"Better. Still tired, but better." Fernando smiled, reaching up to touch Mark's hand. "You took such good care of me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Mark leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Fernando's forehead. "You rest up. I'll be right here."

Fernando nodded, closing his eyes and slipping back into sleep, a peaceful expression on his face.

And as Mark sat there, watching the morning light dance across Fernando's sleeping face, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the love they shared, for the life they were building together, and for the quiet moments like these, where love was just a simple act of care.

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*After Fp1:*

Kimi paced back and forth across the medical room, a low hum of worry vibrating through his whole body.

He wanted so badly to just barge in and see Ollie, but the doctors were still assessing him, keeping Kimi separated by the all-too-thin glass of the door.

He bit his lip, fists clenched at his sides, and tried to steady his breathing.

They'd told him Ollie was "alright" no serious injuries, just a bit shaken up and some bruises.

But "alright" didn't quite cover the burning need he felt to hold Ollie close, to make sure for himself that everything was really okay.

Finally, after what felt like hours, a nurse gave him a small nod, gesturing for him to enter

. Kimi was through the door before he even registered his own movement.

There was Ollie, sitting up on the exam table, a bandage around his knee. His normally bright, mischievous expression was softened with fatigue and a tinge of embarrassment, and Kimi's heart clenched at the sight.

"Hey," Ollie murmured, offering a sheepish smile.

"Guess I gave you a bit of a scare, huh?" The young Brit asked.

Kimi let out a small, breathy laugh, more relieved than amused, as he approached him.

"A bit? Amore, I think I aged ten years out there." The Italian replied.

Ollie's laugh was soft, and he reached out his arm, tugging Kimi into an embrace.

Kimi didn't need any more encouragement. He wrapped his arms around Ollie's waist, letting the tension seep out of his body as he held him close.

Ollie's warmth, his heartbeat steady against Kimi's chest, was enough to remind him that Ollie was here, with him, and in one piece.

They held each other in silence for a long moment.

Kimi could feel Ollie's breath, warm against his shoulder, his fingers threading gently through Kimi's hair.

It was a small, comforting motion, but it was grounding in a way that Kimi hadn't realized he needed.

"It was just... a bad calculation mistake," Ollie murmured, as if sensing Kimi's lingering worry.

"I got a little too close to the edge, and before I knew it, I got hit in the back." Ollie said.