Comfort [landoscar]

3) attacks

McLaren garage, Baku, Azerbaijan

It was happening once again, Lando was again not capable of controlling his dumb feelings and was now stuck in this situation once again. He was in the silence of his driver's room, in the bubble of thoughts and panic he had created to cut himself from the rest of the garage. He hated himself, he made p17 in the sprint race and his rookie teammate had gotten up to p10. Which would be a point giving place in a normal race. He wasn't able to do that, despair took over him even more than usual. Maybe he wasn't made to be a racing driver after all if he couldn't even take his car near the points. A small sob made its way down his throat as he rubbed his hand on his face. He was getting tired of this, of losing.

His breathing got jerky and louder as he tried to keep it steady. It was hell, it was lonely. He just wanted some comfort from someone close to him. Everyone was busy, his friends weren't here and were busy and his parents were in England. He had nobody in this sport, maybe except a few friends that were also busy and could barely be with him. Carlos wasn't available, he was stuck here alone. He curled up on the small couch and put his arms around himself. As if someone would hug him. He took his water bottle that was on the ground next to him and tried to take a small sip but choked on it. He coughed a few times before getting back to normal again. Another sob escaped him as he tried to curl up even more in the corner. He just wanted to hear someone's voice to reassure him. He knew his friends were filming for Quadrant, so he couldn't even call. Maybe Oscar could do it, but the Aussie didn't really know about his attacks and episodes. And he quite frankly seemed pretty oblivious to what happened in Lando's head.

He heard some steps outside the door that stopped in front, as if they were listening. Lando panicked slightly at that, to be discovered in such a state would be horrible. He scrambled over his bed and tried to get up and not seem suspicious if the person would enter the room. He tried to pick himself up and to look normal, unbothered by his race result. He went to the small bathroom in the back of his room and turned on the tap. He cupped his hands and watered his face. He looked a bit more fresh as he looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath, straighten his team he put after the race and got out.

He heard two knocks before his young teammate entered. His phone in hand with his water bottle in the other. He didn't seem to notice the mess in the room nor Lando's state. The couch was still a mess and his racesuit with his fireproof were scattered on the floor. "Hey Lando! There's a meeting starting in a few for quali and then I think we have an interview or something." The Brit was surprised, Oscar hadn't said anything about him and it was like everything was normal. It seemed the Aussie was still completely oblivious. Lando didn't know how to feel about that as he quietly followed Oscar to the meeting room.

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Miami, at the hotel, after the race

Oscar was still feeling down in the evening after the race as he got p19. He had spent the afternoon with Logan playing fifa and eating some junk food. He tried to comfort them by saying they had shitty cars and that they were rookies. At least they had made it to Formula one which was a big step and only a few people could do it. Maybe they weren't the best of the grid, but they were part of the best twenty drivers in the world. He left his brother to go back to relax a bit to his room and call his mum and sisters.

Lando had came back straight to his hotel room after the race and had crashed in his bed.
He took his phone and opened tiktok on his secret account. As to not see Formula 1 things. He mindlessly scrolled past dance videos and memes. On this account he rarely ever encountered any motorsports content, which helped a lot after weekends like this. But today was an unlucky day for Lando. He knew not everyone liked him, which okay fair enough you can't like everyone, but some people really didn't like him and it hurt him a bit to see how they showed it. To see "Lando Nowin" or "Lando Poorris" was hurtful to him. It got him so much more down than he already was. And after such a race, it wasn't the best moment to see things like that. He simply turned off his phone and turned around on his bed. He had a sad pout on his face, he was tired.