Formula 1 Oneshots

Charles/Oscar- sick

A/n: I would never write this while skipping math class, never! 👀👀

Inspired by how cute these two were during Monaco weekend.

Charles pov:

I jumped out of my car, practically vibrating from excitement and all the emotions that came with winning my home race. It made everything ten times better to have my teammate on the podium with me and my newly adopted 'son'.

I grabbed Carlos in a hug before turning to Oscar, I went to hug but noticed he was slightly bent over.
"Oscar?" I questioned, having to yell to be heard over the crowd. All I got in response was a couple coughs. That immediately set off red flags in my brain. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked concerned. Oscar finally straightened up and started to pull his helmet off.

When he didn't say anything, so I questioned him again, "Oscar?" He finally looked up and made eye contact with me and offered a small smile.
"I'm fine." He said, but his voice was raspy and sounded painful.
"Yes and I'm French!" I said with a huff, now that I could see his pale face, I could tell he was most definitely sick.
"Aren't you?" Oscar asked, I glared at him.

"Your sick." I said, choosing to ignore his question.
"I'm not." He huffed before turning away to do his interview. I sighed, I made a mental note to watch him closely so that he didn't pass out on the podium or anything.

When I walked into the cool down room after all my interviews I was met with the sight of Oscar sprawled on the floor. I heard a a chuckle from behind as Carlos walked in.
"Is this your new signature thing?" Carlos asked kicking Oscar's foot lightly, "laying on the floor after a race?" All he got in response was a hoarse cough. Carlos glanced at me with a confused and concerned look in his eyes.

I grabbed a water bottle and sat down next to Oscar. "Water?" I asked, holding the bottle towards him, he mumbled a quiet thank you, and took the bottle from me. I frowned at his shaking hands, I wondered how long he's been sick, cause if it's been all weekend then he's put on a great act till now.

Carlos, obviously having the same thoughts as me asks, "How long have you been sick?"
"Not sick." Oscar mumbles stubbornly,
"Have you been driving sick all weekend?" Carlos asks, ignoring Oscar's reply.
"No." Oscar replies quickly, a little to quickly giving us the answer.
"That must have sucked." I said sympathetically.
Oscar rolls his eyes, "I'm not sick!" But the words are barely out of his mouth before he breaks into a coughing fit.

Carlos and I share a look, before I glance back at the young Aussie. I raise an eyebrow at him once he's done coughing.
"I'm not sick." He says stubbornly, I sigh in frustration but before I can say anything were called to go to the podium.

Oscar stands up slowly but sways slightly causing Carlos to quickly grab his arm. Oscar steadies himself and starts walking towards the podium. Carlos and I both roll our eyes at each other.

The feeling of walking onto the podium in front of my home crowd is indescribable, I'm so happy I could practically cry. However at the same time I'm scared to death Oscar is going to pass out or collapse. I keep a close eye on him and can see Carlos doing the same.

By some miracle Oscar makes it through the podium AND the interviews afterwards. He said very little during them, giving the reporters one or two word answers most of the time. I tried to help him out as well, taking some of his questions.

After the interviews are over I watch Oscar stand up, he sways dangerously and his legs start to give out. I grab him quickly and hook an arm under his to keep him upright. I practically drag him away from the prying eyes of the reporters. Once I've got him clear of all the media I look around for a place where no one can see us. I finally lead him in between two  haulers.

I gently lower him to ground and let him lean against the side of the hauler.
"Oscar?" I question as I crouch in front of him, his eyes are barely open and his head hangs low.
"I think I'm sick." He mumbles, I smile and roll my eyes.
"Ya think!" I said laughing sightly, "what hotel are you staying in?" I ask pulling out my phone.
"Why?" Oscar asks.
"Uh because I'm not letting you drive there yourself like this, mate." I say while texting my family and team that I wouldn't be celebrating with them. I also text lando to bring Oscar's things to his hotel, and what hotel they're staying in.
"Charles, no." Oscar says firmly, before breaking into a coughing fit that made his whole body shake. I rubbed his shoulder sympathetically as he tried to catch his breath. "You just won and it's your home race, you need to go celebrate not worry about me, I'm fine." Oscar insisted, I just roll my eyes.
"Clearly." I say while gesturing to him.
"Charles, seriously. If you're really worried then call Lando, he can take me back." Oscar said.
"Do you really want LANDO looking after you?" I asked, "he'd have no idea what to do."
"And you do?" Oscar asks.

I glare at him, "I do actually, I happen to have a you get brother that I took care of multiple time so it will not be a problem to take care of my newly adopted son. Now do you think you're okay to stand?"
"Charles, please, go celebrate." Oscar pleads,
I pretend to think. "Nope." I say while standing up and offering Oscar my hand.
Oscar sighs in frustration, "please?" He tries once more.
I shake my head, "I wouldn't have any fun cause I would be wondering if you're still alive."  Oscar takes a deep breath before taking my hand. I haul him to his feet and steady him as he sways again. I quickly glance at my phone and the a million question marks and emojis from lando.

I lead Oscar through the paddock to my car, he falls asleep almost immediately. I smile at him as I drive to his hotel, even in his sleep he doesn't look great, he's way too pale.
I gently wake him up at the hotel and lead him to his room. Lando is waiting at the door with Oscar's bags.
"Whats wro... oh." Landos eyes widen at the sight of his sick teammate.
"Yeah, he's sick." I mutter while looking through Oscar's bag for his room key. I finally find it and open the door. I lead him to the bed with lando trailing behind. I help Oscar lay down and then cover him with a blanket.

"Can I help?" Lando asks quietly.
"If I give you a list of stuff to buy can you go get it?" I asked, lando nodded. I quickly write lando a list of medicines before turning back to Oscar, who has already fallen asleep. I smile and place a hand on his forehead frowning slightly at how warm it is. I go wet a cloth and place it on his forehead.

When lando returns I gently wake Oscar up and attempt at forcing him to take it.
"No." Oscar whines slightly, I figure the fever is getting to his head cause he's never stroked me as the whiny type.
"Just a little bit osc." I urge stealing landos nickname for him, "it will make you feel so much better."
"It's disgusting." Oscar remains stubborn.
"Please?" I asked, holding the medicine to his mouth. He glared at me, but it just makes me smile cause he looks like an angry koala. He finally gives in and opens his mouth. I sigh with relief and give him the medicine.
"Go back to sleep." I whisper while gently running my hands through his hair.