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𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊
I groaned rubbing my back.
I'm so sore
The car was pretty good in terms of pace yesterday.
My results in FP1 and FP2 were alright.
Alonso topped the sheets in FP2, then it was my lovely teammate in P2 and then me.
Charles rode my ass the whole time.
I had to defend like crazy and it's only freaking practice. Like it's never that serious and we both know his car is no match for mines.
I stretched out my arms letting out a moan as my back cracked.
I need a massage
Today's FP3 and quali so hopefully my car is graced with a little more pace today.
I washed up and then got dressed.
I ordered some breakfast and ate as I did my hair.
Once I was done, I put on my sunglasses and called room service for my dishes then left.
Niko and Xena were already at the track, so I'm on my own today.
As I was driving to the track, my stomach started feeling a weird.
oh no
I got to the track and raced to the motorhome to find Xena.
"hello to you too!" Guanyu yelled as I ran passed him.
I busted through the doors and trampled over Max.
"Amani!"
"tea, IV, and Tylenol stat" I said out of breath.
I went up to my room and laid down.
FP3 starts at 2:30 and right now it's 11, so I have a good hour or 2 before I need to start warming up.
Xena came into the room with everything.
I took the pill and washed it down with the tea before she gave me the IV.
"one morning I leave you and you get sick" she huffed.
I hissed closing my eyes as the needle pierced through my skin.
I hate needles
"what'd you eat?" She asked feeling my forehead.
