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♥ pairing: platonic!lewis hamilton x gn!reader
♥ synopsis: lewis comforts you after you get a shot
♥ one-shot/drabble - sickfic - as always none of the pictures are mine
♥ warnings: swearing, references to shots, and british english lol !!!
♥ a/n: this is kind of short but I hope you like it <3 I referenced a little that the reader is a driver I hope that's ok!
You were awoken by a soft knock on your bedroom door causing a tired groan to escape your lips. You had gotten your annual round of shots yesterday causing you to be tortured by soreness and insomnia. It was going to be a long week.
“Hey Y/n, is it ok if I come in?” you heard Lewis speak from behind the door.
"Yeah," you mumbled, rolling over and drowning yourself in blankets to protect your eyes from the sun that was peaking through the curtains. You winced, almost forgetting your arm still hurt as you accidentally laid on top of it.
"I got you some snacks," Lewis said, entering the room with a tote bag and his dog. Roscoe trotted along the carpet in your room and jumped on the bed beside you.
“Hey boy,” you smiled weakly, petting his back with one arm.
"I figured if crisps won't make you feel better, Roscoe certainly will," he laughed.
You slowly sat up against your mountain of pillows.
"Thank you, Lewis. You really didn't have to."
“I insist,” he set down the bag full of chips, chocolate, and instant ramen down on the floor.
You pushed yourself out of bed and wrapped your arms around Lewis’ torso for a big hug. Ever since your early karting days he’s been your biggest supporter; your grid dad who has so kindly let you stay in the guest room of his apartment leading up to the Monaco Grand Prix weekend.
He rubbed your back and shoulders right before you pulled away.
“I’m going to shower, but feel free to help yourself to food, water, anything, yeah?” you said.
-
When you got out from the bathroom and re-entered your room, Lewis was missing and Roscoe was tucked under the covers of your bed.
You notice a cup of Chai and a note placed under it on your nightstand. There was a condensation ring on the white paper and some ink reading:
I’ll be back with pain meds x
-LH
You hopped back in bed, tucking an arm over Roscoe and snuggling the two of you up in a blanket. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift into a light sleep while you awaited the re-arrival of Lewis.
