Lando Norris | Formula 1

Chapter Thirty-Two

Authors note/ 3K! Thank you so much guys!

After the race the doctor came back and I glared at him. Only because he wore a nervous look. "What is it?" Lando asked me as he saw my glaring.

"Leave the room" I say and Lando and the others stand up confused. But leaves.

"Miss Verstappen. The injuries in the incident last year, as you know, were a delicate surgery. You were lucky, you recovered nicely and was allowed back to driving" The doctor says and I brace myself.

I can feel it. It's over.

"I'm afraid that this incident created some complications on your spine. If you want to keep walking straight for the rest of your life, you need to stop driving. I'm talking racing and other kinds of spo—""—I know what you're talking about thank you. So, you're telling me, a 21 year old that if I keep doing what I love, I will end up in a wheelchair?" I interupt and clench my jaw.

"The injuries are too delicate to risk it. I'm sorry, if you want to walk, you need to stop racing" The doctor says. I look down at my hands and feel myself tear up.

"I'm sorry, miss Verstappen" The doctor says.

"Nothing can be done? No last race? It's over?" I ask in disbelief trying to find solutions.

"I'm sorry, one last race could be enough to ruin your physics. Even if nothing goes wrong, it's too much pressure" The doctor says and I shake my head in denial.

"There must be something you can give me, I have to have my last race" I say and start to try and get up.

"Please, stay in bed. Your wound is not healed" The doctor says and I look at him confused. "What wound?"

"We had to open your back and check the work you had done last year. It was at risk" The doctor says and suddenly the pain made sense.

"Get out. Leave me alone" I say and crawl out of the bed. I lean against it and struggle with my breathing, the pain shoots up and down my spine.

"No, no, no" I whisper and feel wet tears. "NO!" I shout and anger rises in me, I shove the table away from my reach and it goes over on the ground.

The sound echoes the room and I know within seconds they will all be here. I'm not ready to face my defeat. I'm not ready to face my brother. I'm not ready to face Lando.

"Nat?" Max says as he peaks his head inside the room. He sees the the table and it's content scattered across the floor, he then sees me standing and his eyes widen and he hurries in.

"Nat, please lay down. It's not safe yet" Max says and tries to touch me. "Don't touch me!" I shout and grip my head in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Lando asks as he comes in. "Nathalie, calm down" Max says while putting his hand out for me.

"Get out! Stop looking at me!" I shout and start panicking. What will I do now?

What job am I qualified for? What about my fans and friends. I let them all down. I let Max down.

"No" I sob and fall to my knees. Pain shoots up my back and I cry out. Max hurriedly runs to me and drop to the ground. "I'm done. It's over" I cry in Max' shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Lando asks as he kneels next us. "I can't drive anymore" I sob. Max freeze and Lando looks at me with such pain.

"What?" Max asks in disbelief. "I might lose the ability to walk. I can't race any more, or do any kinds of sport. I'm done. I will end up in a wheelchair" I say and hide my wet face in embarasment.