Free Now- Lando Norris

3. Honestly?

"Right, come on. You can't spend another night on this sofa." Lando announced, walking back into Flo's living room, where Lottie was still in her makeshift bed on the sofa.

"I'm fine here, really." She shook her head. "It's quite comfy actually."

"You've been on there for three nights now, do you not want to lay down and actually get a proper night sleep?" He asked. "We can't keep having these middle of the night movie marathons because you can't sleep. I think we've pretty much watched every single movie that Netflix has to offer at this point."

"You don't have to stay awake with me, I keep telling you this." She pointed out. "You're the one that keeps coming down here and inviting yourself to my little pity party when you could be sleeping."

He didn't answer her on that one. She didn't need to know that the reason he'd insisted on keeping her company all night was because he couldn't sleep, and staring mindlessly at whatever rubbish movie she'd picked from Netflix was better than laying in bed staring at the ceiling and evaluating his life.

"Come on, bed." He instructed again. "Are you going to try and make it on your crutches or do I need to carry you?"

"Are you really going to make me do this?" She sighed, looking at him trying to figure out how serious he was being.

"Yes." He nodded. "Flo told me I had to try and get you up there, and you and I both know what happens when you mess with Flo."

"Alright." She nodded, already biting down on her lip at the thought of quite how much this was going to hurt. "Can you hand me the crutches?"

He nodded, turning around to pick them up as she pushed the duvet she was under off. It was one of the first times he'd actually seen her not under a blanket, and the pair of shorts she was wearing immediately drew his eyes to the long surgical scar that ran from her knee, up her thigh and disappeared under the shorts. The leg still bruised and swollen, another smaller and neater set of scars at the bottom of her leg by her ankle.

"What don't want me to do?" He asked, holding the crutches in one hand and watching as she struggled to turn herself to get her legs off the sofa and her feet on the floor.

"I uh... can you give me a hand?" She asked, holding her hand out for his.

"Of course." He immediately gave her his hand, and she gripped onto it tightly as she used him for leverage to pull herself around, the other hand cradling in her injured leg as she gently lowered her foot on to the floor.

"Fucking hell." She muttered. "That never hurts any less."

"It will do, eventually." He reassured. "Just sit for a minute and catch your breath. There's no hurry." She'd gone white as a sheet as she sat there and the last thing he needed was for her to stand up and pass out on him. Flo would almost certainly be blaming him if anything happened.

She sat there for a moment, still squeezing his hand with enough force that it felt like it could cut off the blood supply to his fingers, before she took a deep breath. "Okay, let's get this over and done with shall we?"

"That's the kind of positive spirit we need." He joked. "Ready?"

She nodded, biting down on her lip with enough force to draw blood, as she used her grip on his hands to slowly pull herself up into a standing position.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hands gripping on to her elbows as if he was ready to catch her any second if she lost her balance. It was a well founded concern on his part, she was a very long way away from being steady on her feet.

"Yep." Came the tense reply. Usually she'd crack a joke to try and make the situation a little less awkward, but she was too concentrated on not falling over to even try.