Formula 1 Oneshots

Landoscar- broken rib

Lando pov:

"Oscarrrr????" I said dramatically as I entered his driver room, it was post race and I was ready to head back to the hotel, but Oscar and I had driven here together. Oscar was lying on his couch, he glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.  "You ready to go?" I asked, he nodded and sat up, I noticed the small wince he made. I figured he must be sore from the race.

I lost patience with how slow he was moving and grabbed his hands and yanked him to his feet. He groaned and glared at me, "thanks." He said completely deadpan.
I laughed, "your welcome, now come on let's go." He sighed and grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

I was used to Oscar's lack of emotion at this point, his deadpan expressions and his monotone voice he often used. His relaxed, laid back way of everything was completely opposite from me, but he had informed me in the past my energy makes up for the both of us, which is not wrong. So while I'm used to Oscar not having the same energy as I do and always being slightly slower then me, today his pace was driving me up the wall.

"Oscar can you walk and slower?" I asked impatiently, he didn't say anything or even glanced at me but I notice he visibly slowed down. I groaned in annoyance and and glared at him when his lips lifted in the tiniest smirk.
"Okay you've made your point, now speed up!" I give him a small nudge in the side. He winces and flinches away, I freeze and stare at him.

"Oscar?" I ask concerned, instead of answering me he just starts walking faster, "Oscar ignore everything I just said, slow down. Mate what just happened? Are you okay?" I grabbed his arm and forced him to stop.

He turns to me and with his normal deadpan expression says, "I'm fine, I just broke a rib during the race that's all." My eyes widen and my mouth drops open.
"OSCAR!" I yell, "this is something worth mentioning earlier! Your broke a rib?!"
"Yeah but it's fine." He says causally and starts walking again leaving me standing there gaping at where he used to be. I shake my head and jog after him.
"This is not the time to be all Iceman Jr. on me." I say, he rolls his eyes.
"Lando it's fine."
"You've said that three times already."
"And yet you still don't believe me." He mutters with a huff, though he looks like he immediately regrets it because his face twists in pain.
"And that face is exactly why." I said as I open the door to my car. I get another eye roll from him as he gets into the car.

At the hotel I follow him up to his room which is actually right next to mine. He gives me a unimpressed look when he sees me standing behind him waiting for him to open his door but he doesn't argue and lets me in. He drops his bag and collapses on the bed.

"Okay let's see these ribs." I say tugging at his McLaren polo.
"It's just one." He mutters as he sits up, I walk over to his suitcase and sigh at the disaster of clothes around it, (not that my suitcase in the next door is any better). I dig through and find a comfy hoodie and some sweats. I hand them to Oscar who quickly swaps his jeans for the sweats, he pauses though at the shirt.
"You might need to help, it hurts to lift my arms above my head." He admits, I quickly grab the bottom of his shirt and gently pull it over his head.

I grimace at the bruise covering his side, "ouch." I mutter as I study the purple and blue that covers his ribs, "that's not looking fine."
He sighs, "well I've been cleared to race at the next race so it's as fine as it needs to be." I just shake my head as I grab the hoodie and help him into it. He crawls back into bed, I lay down next to him and put the tv on.

"I should probably call my mom." He mutters after a bit, "she'll probably have something to say about this."
I laugh, "yes call her, I love your mom." Oscar sighs before pulling out his phone.

After a short phone call with his mom, Oscar pulled the covers up to his chin and was asleep in seconds. I smiled and took a selfie of me and sleeping Oscar. I smiled wickedly down at him before sending it to the driver group chat. I would definitely have to deal with annoyed Oscar in the morning but who cares.

A/n:

Was Oscar's mom anybody else's highlight of the summer?