peridot | lando norris

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lando pov. 

'will, what's the fast lap?'

'oscar has it, dont risk position.'

i was leading the race, kimi and leclerc were not too far behind, catching up rather quickly.

i was not expecting to get thrown across the track when i lost control of my steering wheel. my radio didn't work since well, the wheel didn't work. 

'fuck, will!' 

i screamed, hoping they'd hear me. the car stopped and i quickly took my seatbelt off, my ears ringing as i try to get my balance to stand up in my seat and jump out. the marshals were quick to reach me and i saw that a safety car was called.. there was so much debris, the front wing completely gone. i scrambled out and sat down on the outside of the track while the marshals brought the bike.

i refused to take my helmet off. it was my only form of comfort and protection at the moment. i knew the impact i felt and it wasn't going to be too pretty.

'we can't,' i heard her say and unmistakabley, the feeling of her lips on the right side of my temple lingered. she thought i was asleep, but how could i be when i knew where niamh was. the two hours were tormenting and there was much more than just the sexual tension between us.

i woke up and found myself in the fia garage, a crowd hustling around.

i'd fainted for a couple minutes, well i hoped it was a few minutes.

my vitals were checked as i sat with the medics. marlyn and jon alongside aiden came.

my brother was there too for this race.

not the race i was expecting , clearly. my body was numb, possiblt because of the adrenaline and i knew i couldn't make sense out of things even if i wanted to. this was like vegas '23 all over again, but it felt worse. it mattered more.

"i need a talk with andrea and will after that. how's oscar?" i manged to croak out to marlyn who stood beside me.

more than my media manager, she was my handler essentially. since my first day at mclaren, she'd been around. i trusted her with my life out here.

"p3 probably" marlyn said as i laid down in the medic bed. they wanted to take me to the hospital to check me completely but they had fo wait until fia have us a go. some countries, the hospital were a much harder reach.

oliver, aiden and jon came with me, i was informed zak was on his way as well.

i get an ear exam and a balance test, a short physio session and they declare that it's just muscle spasms from shock that should settle down or atleast begin to in a couple of hours , max maybe a week.

nothing seemed to be broken, fortunately.

i felt more exhausted than i usually do after a race but the iv was helping. i had a full body checkup done, there was slight bruising on my arm but nothing too bad surprisingly. or atleast it didn't hurt too bad yet. the bruises would show up by tomorrow but for now, i could tell myself it could've been worse.

so much worse.

second time at the hospital in the span of 2 weeks. fantastic. just hoped maeve would've catch this jinx that niamh and i'd already gone through.