Lando Norris | Formula 1

Chapter Fifty

Authors Note/
Second last chapter guys!

The tests were negative. I cried in happiness, but also a tiny slight disappointment.

"Is it happy or sad tears?" Both Kelley and Laura asks and I smile at them. "Happy tears" I say and they hug me.

"I will get rid of these, and also update me if you get headaches, I need to know if you might have a concussion" Laura says and I nod.

Laura takes the tests with her to dispose and I hug Kelley. The two drivers pile in demanding answers while Lando is just clinging on to me.

"Are you okay?" We both ask in unison. I chuckle and wipe his tears as he wipes mine.

"How did the race go?" I ask him. Lando talks about the races and Max too and then we decide to head back to the hotel.

"Are you well enough for tomorrow?" I ask Lando as he cuddled up in our bed. He opened the blanket and scooted over and patted the empty spot and I smile at him before getting in.

Lando wraps his arms around my waist and rest his head in the crook of my neck.

"I will be" Lando says and I hum and rest for an hour. We order room service and eat in, we needed the peace.

I decided not to tell Lando about the pregnancy scare. It didn't matter.

"Look at this" Lando shows me as we're eating and I take his phone from his hands.

It's an article.

"Nathalie Verstappen faints at quali in Brazil. Warning: be aware of violent video and pictures"

I scroll down and see the video of me grabbing my hair and pacing back and forth as I speak to Kelley, then I stop and then my body collapses.

Max's voice are screaming for help a few minutes later and he comes running. Then Lando comes and they zoom in on me as Lando holds his hand over my bleeding forehead.

When Lando talks to me and I open my eyes the video stops.

"I hate people" I mutter and hand him his phone back. "So, what happened? Is there a reason for your faint or did you feel sick or something? Did I infect you with something?" Lando asks worried.

"I was just a bit stressed" I tell him and wrap my arms around my stomach discretely. Lando looks at me unconvinced, but nods and continues to eat and let it go.

"Are you feeling better? How many times did you throw up today?" I ask him and rub his back.

"Only three times today, I'm feeling slightly better, but let's see if I can keep this down" Lando says and looks sceptically at the food and I chuckle and kiss his cheek.

• • • •

At race day everyone wished Lando happy birthday, he wasn't feeling that great, but managed to smile anyways.

I kept an eye on him all day and as the races started he started out with colliding with Charles, but he was able to continue. He's on lap 52 when he's slowing down, I raise an eyebrow and run over to the radio station at Redbulls and see the screen.

"What's happening to Lando?" I ask. "It looks like he's having engine failure" they said and I cursed under my breath.

No. No. No.

He collided with a wall and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I watched as he got out and sat on a stack of tires. I sigh in sadness and hate the fact that I can't go to him now.