LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

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"Hey sleepy head."

Larissa groaned as she awoke from her slumber, hearing an all too familiar voice from at the side of her hospital bed. She pushed her hand in to the person's face, a satisfying feeling in her chest as she heard the muffled groans of discomfort of her company.

"I'm trying to sleep, go away." Larissa groaned, turning on to her stomach so she could pull a pillow over her head.

"I've come all this way, just to see you and you treat me like a peasant, how dare you." The words sounded muffled, but she still didn't hesitate to flip her company off, giving them the middle finger.

"És um cabrão." The Brazilian snarked, earning a chuckle.

"I think you are forgetting that I learnt Portuguese, Rego Do Cu."

Larissa shot up from her hospital bed to shoot them a fake glare. "Don't you call me an ass crack, Seu cu de burro."

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're sooo funny." Larissa was given an eye roll. "Now come on, give your favorite person in the whole wide world a hug."

Larissa furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, glancing around her hospital room. "I don't see Gina around here anywhere, so I'll have to wait until I see her."

"Jeansbügler." Mick Schumacher stuck his tongue out at his best friend, practically sister, to annoy her, seeing her roll her dark brown eyes at him.

"Teletubbyzurückwinker." Larissa teased the older boy, squeezing his cheeks, causing him to slap her hands away. "HEY! you're not allowed to hurt me, I'm in a hospital bed!"

Mick scoffed, shaking his head at her. "Yeah, because you are unable to turn your steering wheel to the right because you're stupid! Besides, who's gonna stop me, huh?"

"I'll tell Uncle Seb that you're bullying a dying person!"

"You're not dying."

"I might be!"

"The only way you're dying is from falling down the stairs from how big and fat your head is!" Mick argued, the pair teasing each other back and forth in their languages, just like how they used to as children.

The door behind them clicked open just as Larissa was about to attempt to smother the young Schumacher boy to death with her pillow.

"Arsch mit ohren!" The new arrival yelled upon entry of the hospital room, completely ignoring the attempted murder scene before them.

"Ginny! My favorite person in the whole wide world!" Larissa couldn't help but smile, sticking her tongue out at the younger Schumacher who returned the gesture without missing a beat.

"You worried me, you idiot!" Gina Schumacher ruffled the hair of the youngest in the room, hearing her groans of annoyance as she attempted the smack the Germans hands away. "What happened!"

"She didn't realise that she needed to turn the steering wheel to avoid the wall." Mick spoke, his voice filled with sarcasm.

"At least I didn't try to drive with only three wheels!"

Mick gasped. "That was only because your stupid team had stolen my other wheel!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Lord, I offer myself as a sacrifice to Imhotep, get me away from these idiots." Gina closed her eyes as she turned her head upwards the face the ceiling.