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𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛 | 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙨

[𝟭.𝟯𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀] 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗳𝟭𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝘆/𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗴𝗽, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 - 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗳𝟭 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

the faint sounds of voices reached your ringing ears. you could feel your head pounding from within the totaled car. suddenly, the simple act of opening your eyes was the hardest task for your shuddering body.

"y/n, are you alright?" the voices of your engineers could be heard through your helmet.

"i'm alright," you mumble, not sure if the words made it out of your dry mouth. as your hands reach towards your harness and disconnect the latches, you let out a sigh of defeat, a whimper slipping past your lips.

you knew the race was over. the helmet was next to come off, throwing it out of your car before shakily ripping off the balaclava from your sweaty head. the act of taking off your helmet meant you couldn't talk to your team, you knew, but you couldn't care less.

you felt like you couldn't breathe with the restrictive head gear on.

tears burned behind your eyes, but you willed them back, refusing to show weakness. you felt and heard people around you. medics, probably, you couldn't tell.

they were whirling around you and the war, or what was left of it. you felt them help you out and you let them, too tired to refuse. as your almost lifeless body left the constricted space, you took a heavy, deep breath, the exhale coming out trembling.

hands grabbed at your waist to keep you upright. waving a hand towards the concerned yet roaring crowd, the medics helped you into the van. before the double doors closed, you opened your eyes as much as you could and stifled a sob at what was left of your car.

you willed the strength to run your hands down your exhausted face. a blood pressure cuff made its way up your arm and you turned to the man responsible.

the thought of your family filled your head; are they worried? are they watching? your boyf-

lando.

you knew he'd be worried sick. turning your head towards the medic, you asked "c-can i speak to him? lando?"

the man – who you felt knew you were going to ask at some point – wordlessly handed you a headset, and you could already hear his yelling.

"-and none of you bloody fuckers have heard from her? complete bullshit. is. she. okay?!"

"lando?" his name spilled from your lips, relief ever so present in your voice, knowing he was okay — as well as he could be after seeing the love of his life crash, hard.

"babe? is that you? fuck- i hadn't heard from you and i thought the worst." he spoke, and you knew that if he wasn't racing, he'd be running his hands through his hair like a madman.

"i'm okay lando, i promise," you said, your hands gripping the microphone attached to the headset. "i'll see you soon, okay?"

"yeah- yes, baby. i'm so glad you're okay. i love you,' and that was the last you heard before the doors of the medical van opened and you were being whisked away to the medical center in the paddock.