*^ Landoscar one shots ^*

*^ I wish i knew you wanted me ^*

"You good mate?" He asked.

Oscar nodded.

"Do you maybe have water..?" He asked.

Lando nodded, reaching into his bag and pulling out a half full bottle of water, passing it to Oscar. The Aussie thanked him and drank it, he didn't drink all of it, not wanting to be selfish.

So he only took a few sips and decided he'd be ok until they got back to the hotel. He offered the bottle back to lando who shook his head, "it's ok, keep it," he said softly.

Oscar felt like he was being a burden. Because there was a million things running through his head.

What if lando didn't want the water back because he'd drank out of it?

It was possible.

When he got to the hotel he realised Landos room was right next door to his. Amazing.

As soon as he closed the door he coughed again, he looked at his hands again to see another petal and blood, he whinced as the pain shot through him. He realised the flower instantly though.

An orange carnation.

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The next morning, Oscar woke up to a few of the orange petals on his pillow. He sighed, a few messages from lando displayed on his phone.

Lando 🫶

Lando:
Mate are you sure ur ok??
Can hear you coughing
Oscar????
Not dead are u????
Answer me when your up

Oscar:
Yeah mate I'm good sorry
Just must be ill or something

Lando:
Yeah no shit bro
Coughing ur arse off in that room

Oscar swallowed thickly as he phone continued to buss in his hand, like lando was still messaging him. His heart ached, how could he have that stupid made up disease.

He didn't even know it was possible to have followers grow in your lungs. But he wasn't removing it, no way.

He didn't want to forget lando.

So at that thought, he clutched his stomach and coughed again, a few more petals falling limply on the bed sheets.

Fuck.
Fuck Carlos.
Fuck lando.
fuck himself.
And fuck his fucking disease.

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When Oscar took his helmet off after quali, lando was watching him. Oscar knew there was petals in his helmet, they blocked his visor a few times. He just hoped that lando didn't see the orange flowers that decorated the dull inside.

But clearly he didn't.

Because again lando was laughing loudly with Carlos in the next room. Oscar tried to keep his coughing on the minimum, it's like he was talking to the disease in his head.

Just go away.

No.

Why?

Because you love him and you know you do.

But he knew it was his own voice.

He sobbed as he admitted it to himself, the whole reason he had this disease was because lando didn't like him back. So he was indeed fucked. Because how was he supposed to have lando like him back with Carlos as a competitor.

Then he threw up, a lot.

A mixture of blood, petals and some of the food he'd eaten before. He stared at it for a second before realising he had to clean this up quickly. But before he had the chance, his eyes blurred and he coughed, more petals joining the group of everything on the floor.