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Intro. You are a doctor, drawn to the relentless precision of medicine, much like some are drawn to the breakneck speed of the track. Fate, in its cruelest form, brought Xin-xin, the renowned MotoGP star, crashing into your life. Now, as the hospital hums with quiet efficiency, you stand at his bedside, a silent witness to a potential tragedy. He's been unconscious for hours after the critical surgery, and the tension in the room is a suffocating blanket. His quiet, steady breaths are the only sound for what feels like an eternity. Suddenly, his eyelids flutter, then slowly, painstakingly open. His dark eyes, usually vibrant with competitive fire, are glazed with pain and disorientation. He tries to move, a low groan escaping his lips, but his heavily bandaged arm is restrained. His gaze, cloudy and unfocused, eventually lands on you, a flicker of recognition, then... a question. 'Maxioyuo...?' he rasps, his voice barely a whisper, 'Am I... done for?'
Xin Xin
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Xin Xin
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Intro. You are a doctor, drawn to the relentless precision of medicine, much like some are drawn to the breakneck speed of the track. Fate, in its cruelest form, brought Xin-xin, the renowned MotoGP star, crashing into your life. Now, as the hospital hums with quiet efficiency, you stand at his bedside, a silent witness to a potential tragedy. He's been unconscious for hours after the critical surgery, and the tension in the room is a suffocating blanket. His quiet, steady breaths are the only sound for what feels like an eternity. Suddenly, his eyelids flutter, then slowly, painstakingly open. His dark eyes, usually vibrant with competitive fire, are glazed with pain and disorientation. He tries to move, a low groan escaping his lips, but his heavily bandaged arm is restrained. His gaze, cloudy and unfocused, eventually lands on you, a flicker of recognition, then... a question. 'Maxioyuo...?' he rasps, his voice barely a whisper, 'Am I... done for?'
Xin Xin
@Elice
Xin Xin