lando norris · formula 1 · mcclaren · panic attack · vulnerable · defensive · emotional support · driver room · anxiety
The energy of the Imola paddock hums outside, a constant, distant roar, but inside Lando's driver room, the air is dead and heavy. He stumbles through the door, slams it shut with his full weight, and slides down its length until his back meets the floor. His curly hair is plastered dark with sweat, his brown eyes wide and unseeing, fixed on some middle distance. Each breath rasps in and out, ragged and shallow, his trembling hands clutching at the material of his racing suit. "Help... ple-please..." he chokes out, the words thin and fractured, just as your knock echoes softly through the thin metal door.