Formula 1 | One Shots

Under The Weather | Oscar Piastri

Author's Note:  mindless random fluff, moment of appreciation for the new banner photos 🥰 

Done in Oscar POV.
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A little hand patted my face and I groaned, pulling the covers over my head, trying to avoid the morning light. But the persistent poking continued, followed by a small voice saying, "Uncle Ozzie, I don't feel good."

I was awake in an instant. Throwing back the covers, I saw Ollie, my nephew, standing beside the bed in his pajamas, his little face pale. His little eyes were filled with a few tears and his eyes looked heavy as he clutched his blankey tightly in his little fist.

"Aw Ollie," I whispered, reaching out and pulling him up onto the bed. "Come here, mate. What's wrong? Does your head hurt, little guy?"

He nodded, burying his face against my chest and I could feel his small, warm hands gripping my shirt. I shifted, trying to make him comfortable and pulled the blankets over us. My heart clenched, with worry. I was supposed to be the fun, carefree uncle...babysitting Ollie for the weekend while my sister and her husband went off on a quick getaway. But a sick toddler? This was new me.

"Alright, little buddy, I'm right here," I said softly, running my fingers through his hair. "Let's just lie down together for a bit."

I adjusted the pillow under his head and let him snuggle in close. Ollie's breathing started to slow down and he leaned his forehead against my shoulder. I stayed as still as possible, letting him rest, hoping that maybe he'd just woken up with an upset stomach and nothing more serious.

"Do you want me to get you some water?" I asked after a few minutes, whispering so I wouldn't disturb him if he was drifting off.

He shook his head against me, keeping his blankey wrapped around him. I laughed a bit at how attached he was to that blanket, it reminded me of the teddy bear I'd carried around when I was his age. I stayed there, holding him close and let myself relax into the moment. Ollie was safe, and I'd take care of him.

Maybe an hour later Ollie gave a soft groan, clutching his tiny head and my heart just about jumped out of my chest. Without thinking, I pressed my hand against his forehead and felt the intense warmth radiating from him.

"Alright, Ollie, it's okay," I said, though mostly to reassure myself. Trying not to let my worry show, I picked him up and brought him into the bathroom, where I dug around for the thermometer I'd luckily had. It took a few seconds to register and when it beeped, I looked at the number...his fever was high.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled out my phone and quickly typed out a message to Lando. He knew Monaco inside out, while I was still figuring my way around, since I was still new here.

"Mate, I need some help. Ollie's running a high fever. What's the best place to go around here?"

It took him only a few seconds to reply.

"Sorry to hear that about the little buddy. Check out the private clinic near the marina, they're great. Let me know how he's doing. Good luck!"

With that, I shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbed a pair of sneakers and threw them on, all while keeping an eye on Ollie, who had started leaning heavily against me, his eyelids drooping.

"It's alright, buddy," I whispered, scooping him up and holding him close as I grabbed my keys. "We're just gonna go on a little trip, okay?"

Ollie barely nodded, his little fingers wrapped around my shirt as I carried him down to the car. I buckled him in as carefully as I could, tucking his blankey around him and looked back every few seconds as I drove.