F1 Groupchat!

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>OSCAR IN-PERSON POV<

I allowed Logan to rest his head on my legs. I was made to believe that Logan's crash was solely my fault, but noticing the condition he was in before the race, I knew it was the weather, yet I kept apologising. My phone buzzed faintly. I ignored it, I couldn't bare the stress of texting. I wasn't in the right frame of mind, not after what Lewis said. It stung a little, knowing that my own racemates didn't like me. Logan looked up at me, his deep blue gaze clouded with pain. "It's okay, Baby." I rubbed his warm forehead. "You want some water?" Logan nodded slowly. "Don't drink too much too quick, okay?" Logan nodded again as I grabbed his water bottle off the coffee table. I watched him sip at the water feebly, then hand the water bottle back to me to be placed back on the coffee table. My phone buzzed again, and, once again ignored it. Logan started to tremor. "Do you feel sick?" I asked, to which Logan nodded. "Okay. 1... 2... 3... Up!" I helped him get up quickly and let him hold onto me. He led the way to the bathroom, to where he vomited again. "You can't keep anything down, can you?" Logan lifted his head to face me. I wiped his lips and got him a drink of water. "Lie down on the tiles, Logan. They'll keep you cooler." I said, sitting down next to him after I flushed the toilet. I watched Logan grow weaker, then he just dropped. "Fuck, Fuck-" I ran out the bathroom and grabbed my phone. I saw the messages. My breaths were heavy, my heart raced and my hands trembled as I read the notifications.

2 NEW NOTIFICATIONS

Lewis: Stop ignoring Lando, you selfish child.

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Lando: Oscar, what's going on. and 2 more..

Lando And Oscar DMS

Oscar: LANDO HELP ME

Lando: What's up?

Oscar: I'M HAVING A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK- LOGAN'S JUST DROPPED TO THE FLOOR AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

Lando: Okay. Oscar, do you have your anxiety meds?

Oscar: FUCK I FORGOT THEM-

Lando: Okay, okay, please don't hurt yourself again, I'll get them and bring them to you. Also, do you want to be added back to the groupchat for further support?

Oscar: Yes Please

Lando Norris added Oscar Piastri to the chat.

Lewis: The fuck's he doing back here?

Lando: Please be nice, he's struggling right now and needs support. Oscar, you wanna explain what's going on?

Oscar: Okay. So I suspected Logan was struggling with heatstroke. He kept vomiting and had a pounding headache.

Liam: Ouf, that sucks.

Oscar: Where did you come from? Anyways, Logan said he felt sick, so we went to the bathroom together since Logan can barely stand on his own. And so he vomited, then just like that, he fainted and I don't fucking know what to do because I'm glued to the spot in the living room and having a full blown panic attack because I forgot my fucking meds back in my room.

Lance: Idfk, maybe help him?

Lewis: Yeah, I don't know what the problem is.

Oscar: FOR FUCK SAKE! I CAN'T FUCKING-

Lando: You can't fucking what?

Liam: Oscar?

Lando: Oz?

Lewis: Why are you fucking ignoring us?

Seb: Be considerate, Lewis!

Kimi: Yeah, it's no fun when your lover's ill and you're having a panic attack.

Max and Oscar DMS

Max: Oscar, is everything okay?

Max: Oscar? Why aren't you responding, this is so unlike you..

Max: Everyone's so worried...

THE GROUPCHAT

Lando: OMG OMG OMG

Carlos: Cariño, what's up?

Lando: IT'S OSCAR

Charles: What happened? What's wrong with Oscar?

Fernando: Yeah, what's up?

Oscar: I may or may not have fainted in Logan's hotel room.

Lando: Logan's okay, btw, he vomited again after I came in, but that's it.

Max: Oh, is he okay now?

Logan: I think I'm okay. I'm not sure. My body still aches and my head hurts. I'm struggling to speak, but that'll be fine.

Lewis: Right, sure, mhm.

Oscar: Stfu, jerk.

Lance: That's Like, Nothing.

Logan: Stfu I'm Only 22.

Lance: Whatever

Kimi: Stop fighting! I'm sick of it!

Seb: I'm sure we all are, sweetheart.