Like Lightning - Carlando

I Will Never Leave You - 7

3rd Person /Carlos' POV

It was 20 minutes after the race restarted, when Mattia announced to the garage full of the Ferrari team that Lando is okay and has left the on-site hospital. Apparently he feels a bit sick and lightheaded from the horrible impact but other than that, he hasn't sustained any serious injuries. After sitting alone worrying for quite some time, Carlos decided that he had to go and see Lando. The Brit was most likely in the McLaren motor home , but the Spaniard wasn't to sure whether he would be happily welcomed into their hospitality. He also had to make sure it was okay to go with the team.

He got up from his seat and walked over towards some of the team and media managers, hoping they would be okay with him leaving to visit his close friend.
"Hey guys, uh, can I go and visit Lando a bit? I just want to see him.. you know?" Carlos asked, somewhat anxious they would say that he couldn't. After slight hesitation, the team agreed to let him go, telling him that they would see him later. Walking swiftly away, the Ferrari driver let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

As he stepped into the cold air outside, there was only a small amount of rain now falling from the murky grey heavens. The world seemed as though it was dark, unsaturated. It all just seemed miserable. His face and body cooled down a he walked towards the McLaren motor home . He became really red and flushed, almost the same colour of his car, in the panic of the crash, so the fresh air helped him wonders.

As he approached the Motor home, Carlos was unsure whether he should just enter and go straight to Lando's driver's room or not. He was aware that only a few people would be in there so he decided it would be best to just quickly enter.

The automatic doors opened as the Ferrari driver quickly made his way inside, trying not to draw attention to himself and rushed up the stairs as quickly but as quietly as he possibly was able to. As he made his way to the top, he walked to where he knew that the younger drivers room was. He was sure that it would not have been moved from where it usually was and to no surprise he knew it wasn't when he was stood at the British driver's door. He lifted he hand, ready to knock, but he hesitated for a moment. What if Lando didn't want to see him? What if Lando was mad at him for not speaking to him earlier that day? Why did Lando move this morning, was it because he didn't no longer feel comfortable around Lando? Carlos sighed knowing that he came here to see Lando but he was now deciding whether it was the best idea.

He gave it all of his will to finally knock. Before there was any answer he couldn't wait no longer and he just opened the door. The sight in front of him was adorable. Wait Carlos couldn't be thinking that his ex teammate was adorable? Honestly the Spaniard knew he had to get a grip of himself, otherwise he would get himself into trouble. Lando was lying on the sofa, his back to Carlos, with his papaya-coloured McLaren jumper on and the hood up. He wasn't sure whether the younger man was asleep so he silently shut the door behind him and sat in the chair in the corner of the room.

He studied the half english, half belgian man's chocolate coloured curls from across the room. He could swear that they are more curly than they were back when the two men were teammates. Carlos thought about how much he liked to run his hands through the british man's hair, playing with it so-... Carlos shook his head. He shouldn't be having these thoughts. It just wasn't right. He knew if he ever verbally said the things he thought about the Brit to him, that it would probably make him highly uncomfortable. This just means that it wasn't right to think them either.
After a few minutes of Carlos silently admiring Lando, he heard a sigh from the younger man.

3rd Person /Lando's POV
"I was so worried about you Lando." the Brit heard the other person say. It was in a thick Spanish accent, letting him know that his suspections on who had entered were indeed correct. He had been awake the whole time, but had felt extremely exhausted and wasn't 100% sure who was sat across from where he laid. He began to roll over. As soon as he did, his light teal eyes met deep brown ones, still filled with worry. Lando closed his eyes as the light had blinded him after having them shut for so long. He began to sit up on the sofa, his mind spinning in all different directions, another sharp pain stinging the side of it. He dropped his head back not wanting to deal with this headache any longer. He suddenly felt the warmth of another body next to him. "Come here," the older man said, as he tensed up for a slight moment as the Spaniard gently pulled him onto his lap. Carlos wrapped his arms around the younger mans middle, as Lando wrapped his arms tightly around Carlos' shoulders and dropped his head onto his head into the crook of his neck.