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10. "You're sick, let me take care of you".

You could already feel this stomach flu coming up a couple days ago, yet you were sure it wouldn't be anything big and you'd make it through with just some nausea and a headache. Unfortunately, the opposite was true and you went to bed with an uneasy stomach. Lando had tucked you in nicely before joining you in bed, hoping you would catch some rest tonight and feel better tomorrow. It took only a couple hours for you to wake up, shivering while sweating and you quickly got up as you felt the pressure on your stomach to empty it. Your sudden movements caused Lando to wake up and the light in the hallway that shone through the open door made him aware that you ran to the bathroom. Lando got up too, making his way after you. "Babe, are you alright?" He asked, coming into the bathroom to see you hurled over the toilet.

"It's fine," you choked out, hating the sour taste in your mouth. "You can go back to sleep," you added, knowing Lando needed optimal rest to recover from his training sessions right before the start of the season and you didn't want to keep him from sleeping because you were throwing up in the middle of the night. "No, of course not," Lando muttered, gathering your hair and tying it into a messy ponytail to make sure it would stay out of your face. He wetted a towel with lukewarm water meanwhile, kneeling down next to you. Your face was pale and you looked at him with energy drained eyes, making him chuckle lightly as you even managed to say that it was fine. "Hey. You're sick, let me take care of you," Lando said and took the towel to wipe your mouth and clean your chin. You leaned back against the cool tiles of the wall, watching as he got up to throw the towel to the laundry and get another one. He lifted your face a little to wipe your cheeks and forehead, the sensation was fresh and felt nice against your skin.

Lando handed you a glass of water next, hoping it would help you to rinse the bad taste off your tongue. "This will get you through the night, so you can get some sleep," he said next, showing you the bottle of promethazine. The sirup was absolutely disgusting, but you knew it would help for your nausea. Lando poured the prescribed amount into the little cup and handed it to you. You drank it right away, a shiver running up your spine at the taste and you immediately took some water after it. Lando gave you a small smile, his knuckles grazing your cheek. He moved his arms under your back and your knees, lifting you up effortlessly to carry you back to the bedroom. Lando tucked you in again as he had done earlier tonight, making sure you were comfortable and not too hot or too cold. He refilled your glass of water and put it on the nightstand in case you wanted some more. He also went downstairs quickly to get a bucket for if you needed to throw up again and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time.

Your head felt heavy as you rested it on the pillows again, but so were your eyes and your body was just tired from sweating and throwing up, which made you fall asleep soon after Lando settled in bed with you. The next morning, Lando's weight pressing onto your side of the mattress caused you to wake up again. Your sleep had been light, however you managed to get some rest. "Good morning, love. How are you feeling?" Lando asked, feeling your forehead before he caressed your cheek. "A little better," you said, smiling a little. "You're less pale already," Lando chuckled. "I brought you some tea and two crackers with peanutbutter, if you're hungry or dare to eat something," you chuckled too, eating would be challenging, however maybe it was good to try. "Thank you so much," you sighed.

"Did you manage to sleep too?" you asked. "Yeah, no worries. Let's focus on you for now," Lando replied while handing you the mug of tea. "I don't want you to be sick too," you pouted. "Baby, it's just a stomach flu, I'll be fine if I get it," he laughed. "Do you need anything else?" he asked while opening the curtains and one of the windows to let some fresh air in. You shook your head. "I'll be downstairs, alright? Just say it if you need anything," he muttered and it made you nod now. Lando leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead and you contently rested back against the pillows. Lando had been patient and so helpful and above all, the best boyfriend ever to take care of you while you were sick.