Stomach Bug (Max Verstappen X Female Reader)

Stomach Bug (Max Verstappen x Female Reader)

Genre: Fluff Word count: 1,4k

Max hardly ever gets sick, but when he does, he turns into a complete drama king.

Y/N stepped into the apartment, immediately enveloped by an unsettling darkness. The silence was even more disturbing; the usual hum and glow from Max's sim racing setup were conspicuously absent. Her fingers fumbled for the light switch, fear gripped her heart. When she finally found it, the overhead lights flickered on, casting harsh shadows around the vacant living room.

“Max?” she called out, voice tinged with worry. She received no response, only the quiet pressing back at her. Panic bubbled up, and she hurried through the apartment, her mind racing with possibilities.

In the hallway leading to their bedroom, she tripped over something soft and warm. Looking down, she saw Jimmy and Sassy, their two cats, pacing restlessly. They meowed mournfully, their eyes reflecting the same concern she felt.

With a sense of dread, she pushed open the bedroom door. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tightly against the outside world. The only light came from a small bedside lamp casting a feeble glow over the disarrayed sheets.

On the bed, Max was curled up in a fetal position, his body trembling slightly. His face was buried in his arms, as if shielding himself. A pained groan escaped his lips.

“Max, oh my god, what's wrong?” she whispered, rushing to his side. She knelt on the floor, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His skin was clammy and feverish.

Max flinched at her touch but didn't move away. “It's... it's the end,” he mumbled dramatically, his voice strained and barely audible. “I'm dying, schatje.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Dying? Max, what happened?” her tone firm but filled with concern. She brushed a few strands of hair that are sticking to his forehead, her fingers lingering to check his temperature. He was burning up.

“It's my stomach,” he groaned, shifting slightly to peer at her with one eye, the other still hidden in his arm. “And I have a fever. I'm pretty sure this is it. Tell the team... tell them I fought bravely.”

Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at his theatrics. “Max, honey, you have a stomach flu and a fever. You're not dying.”

“This is no ordinary flu,” he moaned, clutching his stomach. “I can feel my organs plotting against me. They're staging a coup!”

Despite her worry, a chuckle escaped her lips. “A coup, really? Let me get you some medicine and water. Have you taken anything yet?”

“No,” he replied, his voice pitiful. “I was too weak to move. I thought I should conserve my energy for my final moments.”

“Your final moments are a bit overdramatic,” she said, shaking her head with a fond smile. “I'll be right back.”

Oh, if only everyone could witness how ridiculously cute Max Verstappen looks when he's under the weather.

Jimmy and Sassy jumped onto the bed, curling up near Max's feet as if trying to offer their own comfort. Their presence seemed to soothe him slightly, and he let out a shaky breath.

Y/N returned with a glass of water and some medicine. “Here, take these,” she instructed, helping him sit up. He took the pills with exaggerated effort, making a face as he swallowed them.

“Ugh, even the medicine tastes like defeat,” he grumbled.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. “The mighty Max Verstappen, laid low by a stomach bug. The world will mourn.”

He cracked a small, weak smile at her teasing. “Stop it, or I'll vomit just to spite you.”

“You're going to be fine,” she reassured him, peppering a few kisses on the side of his head.“Just rest and let the medicine do its job.”

Max sighed dramatically, closing his eyes. “If I don't make it... remember me as I was. Fast, fearless, and full of life.”

Y/N laughed softly while adjusting his pillow and blanket. “I'll remember you as you are: a dramatic, lovable idiot who will be just fine by morning.”

Max managed a weak smile. “I suppose that's acceptable.”

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Y/N watched Max until his breathing slowed and he finally drifted off to sleep. His dramatic groans and exaggerated expressions faded into peaceful slumber, leaving a quiet calm in the room. She smiled softly before turning her attention to Jimmy and Sassy, who were still perched near Max's feet, their eyes wide and attentive.

“Alright, you two,” Y/N whispered, her tone mock-serious. “I need you to keep an eye on our drama king here while I go make dinner. Think you can handle it?”

Jimmy meowed as if to say, “We got this,” while Sassy flicked her tail, as if acknowledging the weighty responsibility.

Y/N chuckled. “Good. If he wakes up and starts acting like he's on his deathbed again, just give him the 'you're being ridiculous' look. You know the one.”

With one last affectionate glance at Max, she tiptoed out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen.

As she chopped vegetables, she couldn't help but imagine Jimmy and Sassy as tiny, furry nurses. Jimmy, with a stern expression, patrolling the foot of the bed like a guardian, and Sassy, lounging elegantly, occasionally casting a disapproving glance at Max whenever he stirred or muttered in his sleep.

The thought made her giggle, and she shook her head. “What a day,” she murmured, stirring a pot of carrot soup on the stove.

As she continued cooking, Y/N kept an ear out for any signs of distress from the bedroom. The occasional muffled groan floated down the hallway.

Dinner was almost ready when she heard a particularly loud groan followed by a meow that sounded suspiciously like Jimmy trying to shush Max.

“Looks like my reinforcements are doing their job,” she said with a laugh, pouring the delicious smelling soup into bowls. She added some bread to a plate and carried the tray carefully back to the bedroom.

Entering quietly, she saw that Max was still asleep, albeit with a slightly dramatic frown on his face. Jimmy was curled up by his side, looking very pleased with himself, while Sassy had taken up residence on Max's pillow, one eye half-open in lazy vigilance.

“You two did great,” Y/N whispered, setting the tray down on the bedside table. "Now let's see if we can get him to eat something."

As she gently woke Max, he blinked groggily, his eyes focusing on her. “Schat... what time is it?”

“It's half past eight,” she replied softly.

Max groaned, his face scrunching up in dismay. “Oh no, I was supposed to play padel with Lando, Alex, and the others tonight. I forgot to cancel on them.”

Y/N smiled, shaking her head affectionately. “Don't worry about it. How about I call Lando for you and let him know you're out of commission for the night?”

Even in his sickness, Max managed to give her an incredulous look. “Why do you even bother asking? You can open my phone anytime. You're practically the other half of my brain.”

She laughed, reaching over to the nightstand to grab his phone. “I just like to be polite, you know? Didn't want to intrude on any top-secret racing strategies.”

Max chuckled weakly, then winced as his stomach reminded him of its displeasure. “Trust me, no strategies. Just lots and lots of cat memes.”

Unlocking his phone, Y/N scrolled through his contacts until she found Lando's number. She pressed the call button, holding the phone to her ear while keeping an eye on Max.

After a few rings, Lando's cheerful voice answered, “Max! Where are you, mate?”

“Hi, Lando, it's actually Y/N,” she said. “Max is feeling pretty terrible right now. Stomach flu and a fever.”

“Oh no, poor Max.” Lando replied, his tone immediately concerned. “Is he going to survive, or do we need to send an ambulance?”

Max, overhearing the conversation, groaned dramatically from the bed. “Tell him I'm fighting valiantly but I don't know if I'll make it.”

Y/N relayed the message, rolling her eyes playfully. “He says he's fighting valiantly but might not make it.”

Lando laughed. “Classic Max. Tell him to rest up and we'll catch him next time. And give him our best.”

“Will do, Lando. Thanks,” Y/N said, ending the call. She turned back to Max, who was watching her with a tired but grateful smile.

“You always know how to handle everything,” he said softly.

She smiled, setting his phone back on the nightstand and handing him the bowl of soup. “That's what I'm here for. Now, eat this. It's carrot soup, made with love.”

He took the bowl, looking at her with genuine affection. “Thanks, schatje. You're the best. This smells lovely.”

As he eats, Jimmy and Sassy moved in closer, as if to supervise the meal. Y/N sat beside him, ready to keep his spirits high.

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S E B A S T I A N V E T T E L

•·.·''·.·• A shared History , Part 2 , Part 3•·.·''·.·•

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Moments that Sebastian Vettel and Y/N have shared throughout their careers together both on and off track. Sebastian Vettel x fem!driver!reader

•·.·''·.·• Looking at her •·.·''·.·•

(fluff, suggestive at the end)

Reader has grown to love the feeling of Sebastian’s eyes on her but not everyone understands. Sebastian Vettel x shy!girlfriend!reader

•·.·''·.·• Come back to me •·.·''·.·•

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Sebastian’s world is turned upside down when he finds out the reason behind the red flag, the aftermath is just as torturous as the moment he got the news.Sebastian Vettel x wife!driver!reader

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K I M I R Ä I K K Ö N E N

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It never fails to amaze the formula one community just how much of a difference there is in Kimi’s attitude whenever his wife is around. Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Wife!Reader

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(Implied age gap, fluff)

Kimi’s got some deep feelings for the reader but plans to do what he does best, keep silent. Until, Sebastian manages to persuade him that maybe melting his icy exterior might work in his favour. Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Driver!Reader.

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(fluff, mistreatment of women)

You always have a smile on your face, even through the struggles of being the only female driver but when it feels like the entire media is against you it’s hard to keep that smile on your face but Kimi won’t allow it to disappear, he’s always there protecting you. Protective!Kimi x Sunshine!driver!reader

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J E N S O N B U T T O N

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C H A R L E S L E C L E R C

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C A R L O S S A I N Z

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O S C A R P I A S T R I

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T O T O W O L F F

•·.·''·.·• No longer his •·.·''·.·•

(angst, heartbreak)

Toto now has to face the consequences of his actions that tore your family apart. Toto Wolff x Ex!wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Tame the Wolff •·.·''·.·•

(angry Toto)

A few scenarios in which Toto is angry and frustrated and you’re there to calm him down and save his poor team from his wrath. Angry!Toto Wolff x Calm!Wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Broken Decisions , Part 2•·.·''·.·•

(angst, light smut, heartbreak, pregnancy trope)

The news of Toto Wolff divorcing from Susie has just hit the media and you, Michael Schumacher’s eldest daughter and George Russel’s race engineer, are beyond shocked, even more so as your relationship with your boss begins to evolve. Divorced!Toto Wolff x fem!engineer!Schumacher!reader

•·.·''·.·• Take it easy •·.·''·.·•

(fluff)

Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son. Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Clingy Boys •·.·''·.·•

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It’s both yours and Toto’s day off but both your boys are sick and wanting your attention. Clingy!Sick!Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Caught In the Act •·.·''·.·•

(fluff, teasing)

The stresses of work have your mind running a million miles an hour but your husband knows how to slow it down.

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Corruption/training with Dom Seb and Sub Charles!! Seb ‘teaching’ Charles how to suck his cock for the first time (Charles knows fine well how to do it and has lots of experience but it’s something they both love playing at). Seb having Charles stick his tongue out and hold his mouth open for long periods of time as Seb inspect his mouth, playing with his gag reflex with his fingers. Seb teasing Charles for his weak gag reflex, telling him they’ll remedy it soon enough with a bit of training

Okay fucking hell, here we go!

I think Charles would need to drag Seb into this scene because it would make Seb feel too dirty in the beginning? But seeing how much Charles wants to have this role-play scene with him, he gives in, ready to safe word. 

“Do you know how to suck a cock baby?” he asks with a low voice, knowing Charles is trembling with excitement on his knees in front of him. 

Charles shakes his head a bit too quickly and makes Seb chuckle. 

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

Charles obliges embarrassingly quickly, breath hitching when Seb puts two fingers on his tongue, making him gag a little. 

“No one has used your mouth yet, huh, doll?”

Charles can’t help but whimper, getting impossibly aroused with Seb’s new persona. Seb pushes his finger on the side of Charles’s mouth tryingly and shakes his head.

“I am not sure if you are ready for me, doll, you cannot even take my fingers!”

Charles lets out a miserable mewl, trying to stop Seb’s fingers from leaving his mouth without biting them. His desperation makes Seb grin with satisfaction. 

“Or do you want me to train that pretty throat of yours?”

Charles nods so hard, not even embarrassed of his enthusiasm anymore. 

“Let’s see what we can do with it, doll, now open wider for me.”

Seb soon replaces his fingers with his cock. Charles tentatively licks the tip as if it’s his first time. Seb is not impressed and moves his hips forward unexpectedly, making Charles gag. He grabs Charles’s hair and starts fucking his face.

“You know doll… I prefer… a much more… direct approach” says Seb, breathless between his thrusts. He doesn’t even know why he hesitated to do this. Meanwhile, Charles is just on cloud nine with the feeling of being used and corrupted like this. 

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Summary: Y/n gets in a controversial accident in a qualifying and afterwards she's a little tender but no one expects what happens next.

Warnings: Multiple crashes, questions of driver safety, life-threatening injury (no death this time I promise)

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Y/n got into Q3 after George got knocked out and while she's a rookie there's still some hefty expectations on her. Thankfully up to this point she's been passing expectations and enjoying her successes.

Being in Zandvoort is sort of intimidating though and with the track wet conditions. She's feeling the pressure a little.

What she doesn't expect is for her flying lap to be quite so messy and when she spins, the last thing she expects is to feel her seatbelts completely loosen and let her body fly forward the feeling of her torso hitting the steering making her insides take the impact they really shouldn't have taken.

"Ah. Ah. Fuck."

"Y/n? Y/n are you ok?" Her race engineer, Alex asks while she pants feeling her body ache.

"My seatbelts failed and launched me forward into the steering wheel. Ah-That hurt."

"Are you ok? Are you injury?"

"No. No. I think I'm ok." Y/n sighs before taking a minute. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just achy."

"Alright. Just find your bearings P0 when you're ready then get out the car."

Toto sighs knowing that her seatbelt failure is about to cause all sorts of issues and kick offs with the drivers, the team and the FIA will be going wild once they hear that message.

"Ow." Y/n winces as she uses the halo to haul herself out of the cockpit as the doctor appears having heard the message and been sent out for her.

Unsurprisingly she's taken straight to medical and after running some test they decide she's good to go.

"Y/n...that was a rough end to qualifying, staring P10. How are you feeling? The seatbelts failed?"

"Yeah, almost went on a flying lesson out the cockpit. I'm fine though, all cleared and ready to race tomorrow. Might be a little bruised but I'm fine." Y/n smiles then shaking her head. "Am I allowed to say a rookie error?"

"I think you are definitely allowed a rookie error." The reporter nods while she smiles. "But that's a scary accident."

"Yeah, Zandvoort really weeds out the weaknesses and apparently today my seatbelts decided they were going to really added to that. But I'm sure the FIA will be hot on it."

-

Sleep was uncomfortable and essentially didn't happen. Her stomach is aching.

"Ah-no. No. My stomach is still sore from yesterday. No stretches that are putting pressure on it, please." Y/n states to her trainer, Eddie as he tries to help warm her up ahead of the race.

"It's still sore?"

"The doctors said it would be." Y/n mumbles then sighing. "Didn't help my sleep either."

"Are you alright to race?"

"Yes. I'll be fine." Y/n dismisses while closing her eyes.

Eddie ends up deciding to let her try and nap. She might be a little stiff for the race but he's warmed her up enough that she'll be alright really.

But eventually she's up in the drivers parade, getting in the car to drive it to the grid and then she's stood for the anthem trying to hide the grimace of her growing pain. It's getting bad, but she's sort of hoping it's just from standing up.

"You look sweaty. Are you hot?" Oscar asks making her look at him but it's like his words take a while to process. "Y/n?"

"Uh...yeah, sorry. I'm hot." Y/n nods before they all part and Oscar frowns watching her walk off.

Once she's in the car, the mechanic starts strapping her in, making sure it's as tight as possible after yesterday and while she wants to protest, she knows they all got a massive scolding for the issue so they're being especial cautious.

"All good?" He smiles earning a thumbs up as she gets on the radio.

"Radio check?"

"Yeah, radio check, I got you." Alex states making her sigh as he starts telling her others tyres and the count down for the formation lap.

They get the lights for the formation lap and it's not long before she's moving around, feeling the g-force adding to her pain but it's bearable. With the adrenaline rising and the mindset locking in, she's managed to push everything else aside.

Y/n actually gets off the line so well that she ends up being looked at for a jumpstart.

"You're doing good, keep it up." Alex states but he doesn't get any response, unsurprisingly.

She's in the cockpit, soaked in sweat and feeling the growing pressure of her stomach, the skin on feels like it's tight and restricted and it's knocking her focus a little. But she's managing to fight it in order to not end up off track.

It's not till she's in a battle for P3 with Lando in lap 30 that things go so horribly wrong.

She's along side him at a corner but a sharp blinding pain hits in the moment and she blacks out. The nose of her car wedges under Lando's and she's shoved him up on top of the front of her car into the barrier.

"Y/n?! Y/n?! Can you hear me? Are you ok?" Alex exclaims into her radio as she finally comes back around. Only out for a matter of seconds but she's confused and has no idea what happened.

"Fuck-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm fine." Y/n lies before climbing out the car. Or trying to she manages to get on the halo but that's when Lando appears having climbed out much more.

"What the fuck were you doing?"

Y/n squints at him as she rubs at her aching shoulder before another wave hits her and her body tips backwards making her fall away from him in a futile attempt to stop her falling when he realises there's something wrong.

She's not completely out again and when she lands pain explodes through her body that the yell of sheer agony while Lando runs around the car to try and aid her.

"Medics! You need to get medical!" Lando exclaims as they begin waving the red flag.

-

They airlifted y/n to the hospital and after managing to run the tests and do everything to figure out what wrong and what's made her stomach turn dark red with clear internal bleeding. They've figured it out.

A grade 5 ruptured spleen.

"Y/n is in emergency surgery right now. There was an injury as a result of her qualifying crash that was missed during her tests and checks afterwards. We will update you once we know more but for now we are just sending thoughts and prayers to y/n. She's strong, she will be back but from what we know, she was in a lot of pain, she'd been trying to drive through it and sadly it became too much." Toto explains as the race continues on track after a prolonged red flag.

"Do you know what the issue is?"

"I do but out of respect for y/n, I think she gets to be the one to tell you guys."

"And do you think this will effect her in the coming races?"

"I don't know yet. I will be visiting her but it's an emergency surgery and we know they take time to recover from them and we won't push her to come back before she's ready."

-

Y/n was in too much pain to know what the issue was before she went into surgery and when she gets out Eddie is waiting there with a couple others from the team.

"Hey, you guys here for y/n y/l/n?" A surgeon asks appear still in scrubs looking at the group with a small smile.

"Yes. Yeah, that's us. Is she ok?"

"So...the internal bleeding was pretty bad, she'd lost a lot of blood and her spleen has had to be completely removed, because of the bleeding and the level of damage to her spleen it wasn't as simple as a keyhole surgery like we'd hoped. But she's fine, we're giving her more blood. She should be awake soon."

"Oh thank god." Eddie sighs deflating in relief. "Can I see her?"

"She's still being moved and just set up in a room but I'll pass on for the nurse to come get you when they're happy with how she's set up."

"Thank you and thank you for taking care of her so well." Eddie nods before rubbing over his face.

The race has long since finished so he sends the couple others who waited with him to go back and inform Toto along with the rest of the team of what happened and that she's ok.

Eventually he's allowed in and seeing her she's thankfully not looking too scary with tubes and wires. A nurse explains the extent of damage and admits her condition was nearing a point that threatened fatality if she's attempted to finish that race which with her adrenaline rush was causing more excessive bleeding.

"Fucking terror." Eddie sighs sitting down with her. "You are a fucking terror, y/n y/l/n."

-

Eddie ended up falling asleep but as soon as y/n is awake, he jumps from the rustling sound of her shifting.

"God, what happened?" Y/n groans feeling her well bandaged stomach. "Fuck. I feel like someone rearranged my insides and not in a good way."

"Your mind is filth." Eddie sighs making her look at him. "They removed your spleen. You had heavy internal bleeding and they could've recover any of it."

"Jesus. That explain why I felt like I was dying." Y/n jokes but the expression on her trainer's face tell her that he doesn't find it funny.

"You were dying, y/n. If you'd not messed up and finished that race they said that would've been enough blood loss that you probably would've died the moment your adrenaline dropped. Next time you're in pain like that, you tell me-or someone-anyone." Eddie states making her look down at her hands over her stomach.

"I'm sorry." Y/n mumbles then biting her lip. "I just didn't want to let anyone down."

Eddie sighs sinking down in his seat for a minute since he didn't want to upset her but fucking hell the state she was in, writhing in agony and completely out of it with no idea what was happening around her.

"Are you hungry? They said you can eat whenever you wake up."

"Yeah, food sounds good."

Eddie nods moving over and kissing the top of her head which earns a small smile before he heads out and when he does he walks into the waiting area to find quite a few F1 drivers gathered, all of which with gifts or flowers.

"Oh christ." Eddie sighs then moving to the nurses station. "To get these guys out your way. Would you allow them into y/n's room? They'll be more likely to behave in there."

"Yeah, we were waiting to speak to you. Thank you."

"Alright boys, go see her. She's awake and probably going to love being fussed over." Eddie smiles making Carlos, Lando, Alex, George, Charles, Oscar and Max stand up like they've just been asked which volunteers to marry her.

Eddie even notices the nurse sigh a little as if in admiration of the men as they walk into y/n's room.

"Hey! Welcome to the removed organ club." Carlos smiles making her look at young men with tears eyes. "Oh, it looks like they ripped you up a bit more."

"Yeah, turns out I almost died." Y/n laughs making the group share expressions. "I didn't though, I'll be fine. Maybe a little more prone to infection...apparently the spleen is a little important when it comes to not getting sick."

"You scared the fuck out of me y/n. I thought I'd hurt you in the crash this whole time." Lando admits as he places a gift bag down. "Fucking hell."

"Sorry. I promise I was more scared though...sorry for ruining your race. I really didn't mean to." Y/n smiles earning a sigh. "If it makes up for it, the pain I was in was what made me black out and hit you in the first place."

"Do you know when you'll be back?" Oscar asks actually feeling a little bad that he didn't speak up to someone about the fact she was clearly unwell before the race. But then again, sabotaging someone and saying that it feels like they shouldn't race is only going to reflect badly on him.

"I think I might take longer to bounce back than Carlos and Alex did." Y/n admits making the young men frown. "I can definitely feel that someone has been rooting around under my ribs."

"Gross." Lando grimaces earning a smack from George who has been silently worried about his teammate.

"Where did Eddie go?" George asks making her smile.

"He's gone to get me food. Apparently I'm all good to eat. But I don't think he wants me touching hospital food."

-

The drivers stayed for a couple hours, a couple like Max, Carlos and Charles all leaving first before the rest are kicked out not long after Eddie arrives with food.

They keep her in for a few days and she's the last driver to finally get to fly home. Except she flies to Monza for the next race instead.

"Y/n! Y/n y/l/n. We didn't think we'd be seeing you. How are you?" Natalie asks as she steps into the media pen.

"Scarred for life and missing an organ."

"Yeah, Toto and the team said they wanted to leave it to you and you've only been on social media to say you're ok, we also seen that some of the drivers visited which was very sweet. But what happened?"

"I drove internally bleeding from a ruptured spleen...savage. I essentially blacked out from the pain mid battle with Lando and just lost control. But I'd ruptured my spleen in the crash in qualifying and just assumed the pain was a bit of bruising. I think I've now made them have to add a new test for when crashes happen." Y/n laughs then shrugging a little. "I'm out for a bit though, it'll be nice seeing Kimi get bumped up from Williams for Monza which is his home race, and likely for Baku too. They ripped up my abdominal muscles because of the extent of just how much bleeding and damage there was so it's going to be a careful recovery."

"No..."

"I'll be here. Bothering Toto in the garage. Plus it will be really good seeing everyone on tract as spectator again. I get to see what they're doing live, which will be a nice change while I rest and recover." Y/n nods then smiling. "Toto has even informed me I've got an extra cushioned seat."

"No surprise there, taking very good care of you. We'll let you go. I know that so many people want to see you and speak to you."

Y/n is pulled and tugged around already feel a bit of the ache of her stomach.

"It's hurting." Y/n mumbles to Eddie who isn't leaving her side in worry of her being in pain.

"Alright, let's get you sat down." Eddie nods still slightly annoyed she insisted on coming here first thing straight from the airport.

He gets her into the Mercedes unit where immediately Toto stands applauding the young woman before Eddie moves to get her seated.

"Are we ok?" Toto asks noticing the expression of concern.

"Media took it out of me a little more than I expected." Y/n admits letting out a heavy breath as Toto sits across from her. "I'm fine, don't look at me like I'm not. It's still just pretty fresh."

"We will be taking good care of you till you are fit and ready-no sooner than if you are back up to it. I don't want you in that car till then."

"Noted."

-

"Ah, the scar." Carlos gasps as y/n reveals her tummy and the very sore looking stapled wound as they stand on the drivers parade, something all the drivers insisted she still part take in.

Quite a few of the drivers have gathered and it's then that they realise the extent of just how long she might be out.

"And they cute through the muscle?" Oscar asks making her nod. "That's a lot of healing."

"That's the long part, I push too hard for abdominal muscles and I screw up the whole recovery." Y/n hums before covering it again. "So you lot better produce plenty of entertainment for me to watch or I'll really be bored."

"Ah, you have our word." Charles smiles earning a hum from the young woman.

They continue to fuss over her. Oscar even gets Lando to help her climb on his back without having to jump and be carried out of there.

"You know I could get used to this treatment. You boys better keep this up when I'm better." Y/n grins earning a laugh from them.

kissing oscar’s little freckles on his body and face while u lay awake at midnight with him. his big biceps wrapped around your waist mmfhdug

there was no reason for either of you to be awake, the clock reading four minutes past twelve as you giggled sleepily. you'd been in this state for the past few hours — cheek pressed to his bare chest as he traced over your back, the pads of his fingers gentle as they curved over your spine and across your shoulder blades.

pushing up on your forearms you watched as he accustomed to your face, the darkness of the room becoming so sleep-inviting that you knew you'd both be unconscious in no time. you'd reiterated several times already that night how pretty you thought he was, oscar's face burning up and fighting to hide in the crook of his arm every single time — yet it didn't deter you, instead only encouraging the attention.

your voice was soft, merely a whisper as you leant down until your nose brushed his, "it's been ages since i've had you like this — completely to myself..."

and it was true — the both of you having busy schedules meant moments like this, nights like this, happened rarely. you ghosted your mouth over his cheeks, peppering small kisses as you moved your head to his jaw. a hum of content vibrated past oscar's lips as he made some incoherent, passing comment about how he'll make an effort to make it happen more often. it was like he melted under your touch, eyelids heavy as the corner of his mouth tugged his lips into a lazy, lopsided smile.

he squeezed you, an attempt to bring you as close to him as possible. fuck, he would have you living between his bones if he had the chance.

your kisses connected the little constellations of freckles that decorated his skin, breath hot as it fanned over him. neither of you needed to talk further, all gossip and conversations already exhausted as you focused on tipping him over the edge into slumber.