Olivia felt weak.
The doctors let her go on the morning of the next day, confirming she was fine and ready to go out again, but only with a few days' rest. Allie guided her out of the hospital, clutching her overnight bag as she stumbled into the car.
"I really think you should get some rest before returning to the track, Liv," Allie warned her best friend. "It's in the middle of the Sprint Shootout right now. Oscar will have gone already."
"Allie." Liv turned to her, slightly shaking her head. "If you think I'm going to let the Paddock Pass go to waste again, I won't. I already spent the whole day yesterday away from Oscar."
"The doctors-"
"I don't give a fuck about what the doctors said!" Liv snapped. "I just want to see Oscar, please."
Allie hesitated. She knew her best friend would still be adamant about her descision to support Oscar during Saturday's sessions, and would beat her up for the steering wheel if she had too. And considering Liv's position right now, it wouldn't be good for her to use too much of her energy to argue and use her emotions.
"Fine. If you faint, not my problem," She grumbled, but seeing Liv's face light up was all she needed to cheer up again. They were ten minutes away from the circuit when Allie's phone rang, and she ordered Liv to answer it.
"Hey, uhm, who's this?" She asked, bothered by the fact her nap was interupted.
"Hey- Liv? Where's Allie?" It was Lando.
"Oh, she's just driving," Liv said.
"To the hotel?" Lando asked. "You need rest, you know. The doctors told us twice before we left to tell you to get some rest. Don't come to track."
"About that..." Liv chuckled, looking out of the window. "Too late, Norris. We're going to the track, since, uh, I was adamant about it and Allie didn't want me to waste too much energy on arguing so she's driving me to the track."
"Because of you, my girlfriend's going to get murdered by Oscar," Lando slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead. "Oscar's going to kill you as well, for not going to the hotel to get some rest."
"So..." Liv was desperate to change the subject. "How did Sprint Shootout go?"
"Ah, I see what you did there," Lando laughed. "We did better. Worse than we thought tho. I'm starting Sprint P10 and Oscar's starting P11."
"That's really not bad. McLaren's season starts aren't any better either way," Liv admitted. "For the past few years I've believed the fact that your season starts are cursed."
Lando chuckled. "Same. I just hope I get a first win soon, it's my fourth season here."
"You will soon," Liv said. "I believe in you. Anyways. What are you calling for?"
"Just asking Allie where you guys are. Sprint Shootout's ended, and unless I can sneak out of the Paddock without the team noticing, I can take a detour and visit you both." Lando explained.
"Stay in the Paddock." She said. "We're coming anyways. Are you in your driver rooms?"
"Oscar is. I'm, well, chilling in the motorhome," Lando reported on their locations. "Allie can come straight to the motorhome after you guys arrive. And I need to go. Bye." He hung up quickly, as if he was hiding something.
"What did Lando want?" Allie asked immediately.
"Calm down. He just wanted to know where we were and that the Sprint Shootout ended," Liv explained briefly before putting Allie's phone back on the stand, turning the GPS on again.
