Formula 1 Oneshots

Carlando- food poisoning

Request from april-xoxo

Lando pov:

My parents had taken me out for dinner after another terrible race. This season I seemed to have no luck, the car was slow and I felt so helpless. Every week I tried to make something happen, I would put my heart and soul into driving the car but at the end of the race, there was nothing to show for my efforts. The team had very little points and it was hard to be optimistic. This week was no different, p18. But I put a smile on and pretended to be okay.

I loved that my parents wanted to make me feel better after the race but honestly I just wanted to go curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out.

The food didn't even taste the greatest, or maybe it was because I was so upset. The longer the night dragged on the more tired I got, I even started to feel sick.

"Mom, I'm sorry but I'm exhausted, I think I'm gonna call it an early night." I told her. She and Dad nodded in understanding and we said our goodbyes.

I walked into the hotel lobby, I frowned at my pounding headache and the nauseous feeling in my stomach. I stepped into the elevator, just before the door shut someone ran onto the elevator. I kept my head down and didn't look at the person, I hoped they didn't recognize me cause I did not feel like socializing.

"Tough race huh?" I snapped my head up at the familiar Spanish voice. Carlos smiled as we made eye contact.
"Yeah." I said, my attempt to make my voice sound normal failed and instead you could hear the dejection, and sadness. Carlos's eyes filled with sympathy,
"I'm sure Mclaren will figure something out as the season progresses." I smiled softly at his attempt to make me feel better. I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to get my head to stop pounding so painfully.
"I sure hope so." we fell into silence as the elevator went up.

The elevator dinged and we both stepped out,
"Want to come to my room for a bit?" I offered, I honestly don't know why I said it, but I kinda didn't want to be alone and I missed hanging out with Carlos.
"Sure." He said happily, I walked to my room and opened the door. Carlos followed me in, I collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, Carlos laughed as he lay down next to me.

"Wanna watch something?" I suggested, Carlos nodded, I let him pick a movie and changed into some sweats and a hoodie. I grabbed a blanket and cocooned myself in it on the bed. Carlos laughed when he saw me,
"You look comfy." He comments coming to sit down next to me. I simply nodded, my head was getting worse and the nauseous feeling wasn't going away, instead it was getting worse. "Lando are you feeling okay? You don't look so good." Carlos asked worriedly, he leaned forward trying to get a better look at my face but I pulled my head deeper into the blankets.
"I'm fine." I lied.
He frowned, "you sure?"
"Yes." I could tell Carlos didn't fully believe me but I honestly didn't care.

Halfway through the movie, I realized I was one hundred percent going to throw up. I deranged myself from the blanket and rushed to the bathroom, I kicked the door shut behind me but didn't lock it. I dropped to the floor by the toilet and emptied my stomach into it. There was nothing more I hated then throwing up. Tears were already spilling down my face, making my headache worse.

I heard the door open and felt Carlos sit down behind me, he gently rubbed my back. When I was done I lay my head on the seat and started to cry. The emotions of the day finally coming out. Carlos flushed the toilet and lifted me closer to him and hugged me. I cried into his shoulder while he rubbed my back. It felt like 2019 all over again.

I finally stopped crying and just let Carlos hold me.
"I'm sorry." I whispered,
"Don't be, you had a hard race and you can't help it if your sick." I pulled away from him and leaned against the wall.
"I didn't feel sick today until after supper." I said, more to myself then him.
"Did your supper taste weird?" He asked,
I shrugged, "A little but I thought it was just cause I was upset, I guess not tho." Carlos nodded,
"You've probably got food poisoning then." I nodded, "come on your beds probably a lot more comfortable than the bathroom floor." Carlos stood up and offered me his hands, I grabbed them and let him pull me to my feet. I brushed my teeth quickly to get rid of the taste before walking to the bed and wrapping myself up in blankets again. Carlos rolled his eyes, but smiled as he wrapped another blanket around me. We finished the movie and I threw up once more before I fell asleep with my head on Carlos's shoulder.