After a drugged-up Carlos accidentally confesses his love while under anesthesia, Charles is not about to let it slide. When Carlos wakes up, he finds himself face-to-face with a very hungry (and very possessive) Charles, who’s been waiting years to hear those words.

Hospitals weren’t exactly Charles Leclerc’s favorite place. They reminded him too much of white walls, old memories, and the kind of silence that rang louder than anything. But right now, he didn’t care about any of that—because Carlos was lying in a hospital bed, giggling at the ceiling like it just told him the world’s funniest joke.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Charles asked the nurse, who smiled fondly at the very loopy Spaniard sprawled across the bed, a thin line of drool slipping past his lips.

“Oh, he’s perfectly fine. Just a bit out of it from the anesthesia. He'll be back to normal in a couple of hours.”

Charles didn’t know what normal meant when it came to Carlos Sainz. But this? This was a new level of ridiculous.

Carlos suddenly sat up, eyes wide. “CHARLES.”