"Mhhh," Fatih groaned inside his helmet as he held the outside line on the final right hairpin. His body was now being pushed leftwards, putting pressure on his broken rib. It was on the left side, where Vincenzo had hit him. Although the rib protector he was wearing acted as a cushion between him and the rigid plastic chair, reducing the amount of pressure his ribs were receiving, he was still feeling the pain.
