Formula 1 Oneshots

Charlos- sick

A/n: this is an request from m00nl16ht_m0n1x

Carlos:

He woke up to light streaming through the window of his hotel room. He groaned and rolled over, wincing as he noticed his pounding head. Now that he noticed it, it had all of his attention. It felt like someone was hitting his brain with a sledge hammer.

Great, this is just great. He thought to himself, he pulled the covers over his head and tried to go back to sleep, eventually he managed to doze off.

He was rudely awoken again to his door being slammed open.

"Carlos, you better not be in bed still." He groaned at the sound of his teammate, "oh wow, you are very much still in bed." He buried deeper under the covers as he heard his teammate get closer.

"Come on Carlos." Charles huffed, "we're going to be late, let's go."

Charles:

Losing patience, Charles pulled the blankets off his teammate.

"Oh crap" he muttered as he took in his teammate, shivering or shaking slightly Charles couldn't tell, drenched in sweat, pale, and holding his head in pain. "Dang, your sick."

"Thanks captain obvious." Carlos grumbled while attempting to sit up.

"I don't think you should come today mate, I mean it's only media, you can probably get out of it." Charles suggested, Carlos just grunted in response. "Okay go back to sleep, I'm going to make a couple calls and get you out of media."
Carlos flipped back down on the bed and pulled the covers over his head.

Charles smiled as he pulled his phone out and walked onto Carlos's balcony so he didn't disturb Carlos.

It took surprisingly more convincing then he thought it would to get Carlos out of media but eventually he ended up successful.

Before leaving, Charles out some water and pills beside Carlos's bed and then slipped out.

Carlos:

Carlos wanted to die.

Cause death seemed like a much better option then whatever he was feeling right now. His head hurt so bad that the simple act of opening his eyes took effort. The pills Charles had thoughtfully left him did nothing to soothe the pain.

He let a small whimper out as he shifted positions slightly in bed. To make matters worse he was like 90% sure he had a fever and felt nauseous. But he was pretty sure the nausea was from the migraine.

Charles had texted him multiple times during the day to ask how he was feeling. But Carlos only glanced at them quickly before burrowing under the blankets again. He had gotten several other messages as well, mainly people wishing him a quick recovery and a couple horrible sick memes from Lando.

Finally around two in the afternoon the nausea got too much and Carlos found himself emptying what little was in his stomach into the toilet. After flushing, he lay down on the cool tiles and closed his eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes, he wanted this to stop, he wanted the pain to be gone.

Charles:

Charles had hoped to be back at the hotel by late afternoon but that didn't happen unfortunately. He got caught up in a meeting that he paid zero attention to because he was too busy worrying about Carlos.

He had texted Carlos multiple times and had gotten zero response. Charles hoped it was just because Carlos was asleep but he couldn't help but worry.

As soon as the meeting was over he was out of there, rushing through the paddock and definitely not speeding to the hotel.

He went straight to Carlos's room and used the room key Carlos and him always give each other in case of emergencies. He slowly opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. The lights were all out and the bed was empty, concerned Charles turned to the only other option of where his teammate could be. And sure enough, there he was, lying asleep on the floor of the bathroom.

He knelt beside him and gently tapped Carlos's shoulder to wake him up. "Come on mate, the bed is going to be a lot more comfortable then the hard floor." Charles gently said as Carlos slowly opened his eyes. Carlos mumbled some words in Spanish before slowly sitting up. Charles gently pulled him to his feet and steadied him as he swayed a little. "You better not collapse on me, cause I'm way too small to carry you." Charles muttered as they slowly made their way out of the bathroom and over to the bed.

Charles helped Carlos lay down and covered him with the blankets. "Do you need anything? Is there anything I can get you?" Charles asked, Carlos just shook his head and patted the spot next to him. Charles chuckled and climbed onto the bed.

"Thank you." Carlos mumbled as he started to fall asleep again.
Charles watched as Carlos's breathing evened out. "Anytime mate, anytime."

A/n:

I actually made an effort to use 'mate' instead of listening to my North American urge to use 'dude' 😂

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