Formula 1- One Shots

Charles Leclerc- Sick

Charles' Perspctive:

Ever had a friend  you are so close to, that when one of you gets sick, the other gets sick. Well that's what happens to me.

So my best friend, Pierre Gasly, got sick the other weekend and now I am hugging the toilet throwing up. I hated this, my head hurt, my stomarch hurt, everything hurt. I didn't know what to do. It was my fault, I spent so much time with him, last weekend. But lucky for me, it wasn't a race weekend.

I couldn't stop myself from shaking. I could feel tears falling down my face. I wanted somebody to comfort me, but nobody was around. Nobody was in 10 minutes of me.  I couldn't help but curl up in a bowl on the bathroom floor and cry. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how long I had been on the bathroom floor crying, but I heard my phone ringing. I knew if I didn't answer my phone somebody would be really worried. I gradly moved from the floor of the bathroom, back to my bed and grab my phone and answer it.

"Hello"
"Charles are you ok? You sound terrrible?"
"I'm fine, I didn't check who was calling."
"It's me, Pierre. Charles, I know your not ok, I called you earlier and you didn't answer. Please tell me the truth."
"NO, ok, I am not ok. I feel terrible and want somebody to cuddle me."
"Hey mate, calm down, I am sending help over."
"What?" Pierre hung up the phone on me. I was very confused but just wanted to lie in  bed and curle up under my covers. I wanted Pierre to be there but I also new my best friend was also still sick, and I didn't want him worse. I could feel myself falling asleep, but I knew I couldn't for fear of sleeping through Pierre arriving.
I had no idea how long I had been curled up on my bed, when I heard a knock at my door. I slowly made my way over to the front door, fighting the nausea that was threatening to spill over me. As I got to the door, I knew it could only be one person. Pierre Gasly.
"Charles, you look worse than I imagined" said Pierre, grabbing my arm to steady me. We were still in Mexico and neither of us were well enough to travel back home. Pierre gentle lead me back to my bed and put the blanket over me.
"Do you want anything?" Asked Pierre, looking at me. This was the first time I had fully managed to take in my friends pale complexion.
"Don't make your self even more sick" I managed to choke out of my real dry throat.
"I am not going to. I just want to make sure your alright" said Pierre. I look at my best friend and could tell that he was lying.
"Don't lie to me and come over here!" I said, grabbing Pierre by the arm and pulling him into onto the bed.