"Are you alright?" "Are you OK?" "Are you…"
One after another, as the marshals neared, they asked about the drivers' conditions, wanting to understand the situation as quickly as possible. Despite their broken English, their questions were still understandable.
"....." Vincenzo didn't respond and just continued staring at Fatih. With his visor closed, everyone could only guess at the look on his face, but his heavy breathing was visible as his chest rose and fell.
"I'm fine. Just remove his kart so I can return to the pit lane," Fatih answered in Italian, finally turning his head to the marshals. He stopped looking at Vincenzo, who had definitely broken his rib deliberately. But none of that mattered now; only the race did. He was sure the stewards would deal with Vincenzo appropriately, and anything he did on top of that might risk reducing the potential punishment.
