Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Paging Dr. Beat | Lando Norris

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by: BM571158 

Done in reader's POV 🐣 
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I was drowning in tissues, my head pounding like a drum and the world beyond my fortress of blankets felt like a distant, cruel dream. My nose was so stuffed and every cough sounded like I was dying from the inside out. Miserable didn't even begin to cover it.

Just as I was trying to decide if I had enough energy to reach for the remote, the front door burst wide open.

"Leah?" Lando's voice called out, a mix of exhaustion and curiosity. I could hear the soft sound of his luggage hitting the floor. I groaned weakly in response. Well, I tried to. It came out more like the sound of a deflating balloon.

Moments later, he was in the living room, curls a disheveled mess and his McLaren hoodie half zipped. He looked exhausted, coming off a long flight from Asia. The second his eyes landed on me...buried under a mountain of blankets with only my red face peeking out, his exhaustion seemed to vanish.

"Oh my God, Leah!" he cried, rushing over to me. "What happened to you? Are you okay? Did you die and come back as a sick ghost?"

"Hi baby," I croaked, my voice barely audible. "Welcome home. Don't get too close, I'm basically a biohazard."

He ignored my warning, dropping to his knees beside the couch. "You look like death," he said, inspecting me head to toe.

"Gee...thanks, Lando," I muttered. "Exactly the compliment I needed right now. You really know how to make a girl feel sexy..."

"You know what I mean," he said quickly, brushing a piece of hair off my sweaty forehead. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? I could've come home sooner."

"Because I didn't want to ruin your race weekend with my sickness," I replied, sniffling.

"Well, my weekend's officially ruined now anyways, so scoot over," he said, kicking off his shoes.

"Lando, no!" I protested weakly as he climbed onto the couch beside me. "You're going to get sick, too!"

"I've survived close calls at 200 miles per hour...I think I can handle your germs. Plus theres a two week break, I'll be fine," he responded, wrapping an arm around me despite my attempts to push him away.

"You're impossible," I grumbled, though secretly, I was grateful for his warmth.

"And you look like you're dying," he shot back, smirking. "But don't worry, your devilishly handsome hero's here."

"Oh great, my knight in shining sweats," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Exactly." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Now, what's the game plan? Soup? Medicine? Do I need to storm a pharmacy for supplies?"

"Lando, you've been traveling for hours. You should go rest."

"Leah, I fucking adore you more than anything, even sleep. I can handle exhaustion. Now, tell me where the thermometer is before I start googling how to treat sick girlfriends. Maybe I should ring Carlos, he's good at these things..."

I laughed, which turned into a coughing fit. He immediately jumped up, pacing the room. "Right, okay. Water first. Lots of water. And tea. Do we have tea? And soup. Wait, after three years together I cant remember if you're allergic to anything weird...are you? What if I accidentally poison you? Oh my god what if you die??? And what if-"

"-Lando, it's just a cold!!" I said, trying to calm him down.

"Just a cold?!" he repeated, looking genuinely offended. "You're burning up and your voice sounds like a dying goose. This is a medical emergency."