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Consequences

Drivers: Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz

Ages: Lando Norris (20), Carlos Sainz (25)

A/N: Hi, thanks so much for reading this story. This one is a little less focussed on Carlando (even though it does feature Carlos) and mainly on Lando. It's inspired by his MH issues back in 2019/2020. If you have any story requests, please don't hesitate to send me a private message to share your ideas

- POV Lando -

I stared at my laptop screen, my eyes almost closing multiple times, but I had to keep studying all the data from the start of the season. I wasn't doing well enough the previous races and I wanted to improve myself. Eventually, all the letters and numbers started swimming in front of my eyes. I slammed a frustrated fist to my desk, as I couldn't seem to understand anything that was written down. My hand hurt, but I couldn't care less. After a while, my eyes started drooping and I fell into a restless slumber.

When I woke up at my desk, my head throbbing, 15 minutes before I was expected at the MTC, I immediately realised this was going to be a bad day. I hurriedly changed into some clothes and jumped in my car, rushing to the technology centre. As I run into the meeting room, Carlos chuckles. "In a hurry, mate?". I rolled my eyes playfully and put a fake smile on my face before trying to follow all that was being said in the meeting, but it was difficult to keep up, my mind suffering from the lack of sleep I had been putting it through these past weeks.

As the meeting came to an end and everyone left the conference room, Carlos put a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?", he asks, frowning slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?". Carlos leads me back to a private room and sits down. This tells me it's a serious thing he's planning to talk about. "You look like you haven't slept in and you haven't been acting like yourself lately. I feel like you haven't been taking care of yourself", he commented. "Oh, I'm fine. Just haven't slept very well tonight", I lie. "Lando, be honest. I'm worried about you". "There's nothing to worry about, Carlos. I'm fine and totally capable of taking care of myself".

"I'm giving you one last chance to be honest or there will be consequences", Carlos threatens. "What consequences?", I ask him, a bit taken aback. "I'm not telling you, but there will be consequences and I know you won't like them". I scoff. If someone refuses to tell you the consequences, you can be pretty sure there won't be any. "There's nothing to tell you. I'm telling you the truth", I lie again. "Fine, your choice. I was just hoping you trusted me enough to actually tell me stuff", he says. I walk out, wanting to avoid Carlos finding out about how I was actually doing.

I get back home and immediately retreat to my room. "You good? You're in your room all the time and I haven't seen you eat anything in a while", my roommate Max, asks. "Yeah, I'm fine. I ate at MTC already", I lie, and hurry upstairs to not have to face him any longer. I open my laptop and stare at all the data, trying to make sense of it all. It's true that I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in a while, but I didn't have time for that. I had to keep studying all the information the team provided, until I found a solution for exactly why I was so much slower than Carlos.

My train of thoughts was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "I'll get it!", Max yelled. The door creaked and the distant chatter of 2 people could be heard in the distance, though too far away to recognize their voices or make out what they were saying. "Lando? It's for you!". I sighed. I didn't really have time for guests right now. I stayed in my room, but it seemed the guest was pretty persistent on staying, because soon enough, I heard Max lead them to my bedroom. "He'll probably be in here", he told them, before presumably walking away himself.

There was a knock at my and I sighed inaudibly before saying: "Come in". As the door opened, a stream of light shone into the room and I whipped my head around to see who this visitor, with impeccably bad timing, was. I frowned when I saw Jon, my performance coach and friend, walking in. "Jon? What are you doing here? Did we have a training session I somehow forgot about?", I asked, my tone slightly on edge. If I did indeed miss my , I'd feel so guilty towards him. He shook his head. "No, we didn't have a session planned today. The next one is on Wednesday morning", he told me.