#sickness

[mscherub]

Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general

You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Scarabia boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹

Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignyhide, TBD

Warnings!:

Sickness, obviously

Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc

To start us off…

It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?

Kalim ☀️:

Ok, saying this and being as nice as possible, Kalim would try to take care of you, key word is try there, yall. It’s literally cannon that he’ll go to any extent if he puts his mind to it, and your his concern right now, so he’ll try

I mean, he has literally had everything handed to him on a silver or gold platter, probably both, so when he hears what happened and that your sick, first thing he’ll do is comprehend it, then he’s gonna freak out and he’s going to go and help you out through any means. Granted it’s not that big of deal, but to him it is. You’re a good friend and person :(

Safe to say he wouldn’t know exactly all of what to do. He probably drags Jamil along with him to Ramshackle to have him cook you something while he just sits and pouts at you. Great help

He’ll chill in your room with you and probably yap your ear off, but he doesn’t mind if he gets sick because of you, so cough and sneeze away. He’ll laugh with you, and hopefully make you laugh with him

He’ll remember to give you you your medicine on time surprisingly enough. I don’t think he’d forget, he’s still capable of that. He’ll ask Jamil to brew something or go buy other medicines that’ll help you get better quicker. Also…maybe buy you more blankets, pillows, emotional support animals—

Stop him from buying you anything extra, it’ll save you and Jamil the extra stress :)

Jamil 🐍:

He already has Kalim to watch and now he has to go take care of you? Well, at least you’re more tolerable so he won’t won’t complain, and he is doing this on his own, so there’s that for the excuse

Of course Jamil is going to cook for you. He’ll make you whatever you want, but if you don’t eat it I fear he may get a little pissed off…don’t waste his time if you're not hungry!

He’ll clean around Ramshackle, disinfecting, etc. but if he sees a bug he will stop and he will go grab grim, and just like those people with their cats, put him in front of the bug so Grim can get it

Now, he doesn’t want to get sick himself, so he will keep his distance while you stay in bed. He has stuff to do around his own dorm and he can’t afford to become ill because of you. Don’t cough or sneeze on him, he’ll walk out.

While you lay in bed, he’ll sit downstairs and he’ll write down his notes for you, a get well well token from him to you

He’s on top of medicines, very calculated with that, and since he’s kind of educated on the topics of remedies, specifically for Kalim’s sake, he’ll use that knowledge and maybe brew you up something to expedite the process of your recovery

Sorry for not posting for a day 💀

Anyways…I’m gonna try and finish up the bed ridden series tomorrow so I can start on a new one, and also post a Vil oneshot soon, hopefully, we’ll see if I have energy. ANYWAYS, THANKS FOR READING LOVELIES MWAHHHHH!!!

Btw, requests and asks are open!!! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

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[dr-spectre]

I had a bad sore throat and headache for the past 3 to 4 days but luckily it's clearing up.

However, it seems like I am still being punished because now I'm feeling fullness IN MY LEFT EAR AND IM GETTING WORRIED ITS SOMETHING BAD!!! RAHHHH!!!! ITS SO ANNOYING!!!!

I'M GONNA FRIGGEN EXPLODE DUDE!!!

[indieyuugure]

lol 😂 oh dear what in the world??

Well, jokes on you I already got the shiny new Covid variant this year!✌️ turned into bronchitis and everything 💀

Oh no but looks like I slipped on a banana peels and accidentally licked a shopping cart handle so now I’ve got a brand new sickness!

Reblog to tell me what I gave you

@aura-of-chaos @notadorkygod-chaos-twin @truths33k3r4 @sarathrwizard (no pressure to play, but also anyone else who got sneezed on can play)

tag ur moots to cough on them

@bonsai-maze @cheddarcheddarcheezits @aneptunicperson @localsillybilly2

[thebekashow]

She's not feeling so good :(

(yes I know drones can't exactly get "sick" like us, JUST LEEME HAVE FUN >:V)

[feral-ballad]

Camonghne Felix, from Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation

[Text ID: “I loved him, and it gave me a fever.”]

[sweeneydino]

He's really sick.

Based on this hard-hitting scene in Spy Kids 2

God I love that movie.

[otakubimbo]

Sick Days

Sylus x MC!Reader

Sylus couldn't get in contact with you and he knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job but what you had wasn't an injury to your body per say. It was an injury to your immune system. AKA Sylus taking care of you when you're very very sick

OB: Hi I started writing this while i had covid back in august and I'm working on clearing out all of my old fic drafts so bear with me on any other updates

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A groan escapes your lips as you forcefully peel your eyes open. Your throat hurts, your head hurts, your body hurts, everything hurts. It took you a bit to register that the banging wasn’t in your head, but it was at your front door. Every cell in your body screaming at you to stay in your bed, but the knocking just wouldn’t stop.

As you sit up out of bed, your head immediately spins from the sudden motion.

“Fuck,” you attempt to steady yourself before fully getting out of bed, but it was hard. You tried to take a deep breath but that just caused you to have a coughing fit. The burn in your throat and chest is almost unbearable. The toll of whatever sickness you had had a harsher effect on your body than you thought. Initially, you assumed you could have just slept off whatever it was but now you were so sure.

Slowly, you struggle your way to the front door, blanket securely wrapped around you since you were freezing. Eventually, you get your door open as you glare at a well-dressed chest, your eyes racking up to see the owner of said chest. It was, of course, Sylus.

“Well, hello there, kitten. Nice to finally see you.” He smirks down at you for just a moment before noticing the state you were in, gently pushing you back to enter your space, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here Sylus?” You ask, your voice is scratchy and hoarse.  Sylus brow creases as he gives you a once over.

“Mephesto claims you haven’t left your house in two days, and you haven’t been answering my messages or phone calls.” He says as he raises a hand to your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swat his hand away as you realize what he was saying. Two days? You haven’t left for two days??? You were just at work yesterday when you got sent home, right? Holding your hand out, you request him to hand you his phone which he does with no complaint. Ignoring the picture of the two of you as his lock screen and notice that in fact it had been two entire days since you had been home. You shove his phone back into his hand and shuffle back to your room to look for your phone. There it sat on your nightstand, still on the charger, opening it up to see several messages and missed calls from Sylus of course but some from Luke and Kieran, a few from Jenna and Tara telling you to get well soon, along with a few from Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne.

“I-“ you stutter as you sit down on your bed, “ I guess I’ve been in and out of sleep this whole time.” You say with a frown, attempting to rub the pain out of your head. As you go through the numerous texts, a coughing fit erupts making Sylus run over to rub your back. He tries to soothe you as your fit dies, rubbing your back gently as you calm down, taking the blanket from around you, pushing you to lay down and tucking you in. You hadn’t even realized that you were truly TUCKED in until Sylus is running a hand over your cheek and you can’t move.

“Let me out Sylus” You struggle from how tightly he tucked you in, but you didn’t have any real strength in you to get out.

“No can do, kitten. You’re sick and I’ll just have to take care of you.” He puts his hand on your forehead to truly check your temperature. You were burning up and it took everything in Sylus to keep a neutral face, he was worried about you. He had originally thought, you had just buried yourself in work again but seeing you in this state does something to his heart that he doesn’t like. You were such a strong woman and now where you were, weak and frail and not from any wanderer just from what was probably the common cold.  

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself.” You refute, struggling yet again but not putting up much of a fight. Theres a slight twitch in Sylus expression as he watches you.

“Please” Sylus voice comes out just above a whisper and you stop moving. It caught you off guard and you stopped fighting. “Thank you, so stubborn” he kisses the top of your head as you scoff.

You hadn’t even realized that you were falling asleep until you were being woken up by Sylus gently.

“What’s going on” you look around confused as you attempt to sit up, Sylus grabs your arm helping you as a rag falls off the top of your head.

“You have to eat something Kitten.” Sylus states as he grabs a bowl of some type of soup putting the spoon up to your mouth. You take a sip of it without complaint, it soothes but hurts your throat at the same time causing a groan to come out of your mouth. Sylus inhales a deep breath, gripping the spoon harder. You weren’t getting better, if anything it seemed like you were getting worse. Your skin was getting pale, your temperature wasn’t going down, and all you were doing was sleeping and while you were sleeping you were shaking. You were in cold sweat; he had to change the rag on your head almost every thirty minutes.

“It hurts, Sy” You grimace after you try to swallow another spoon full of soap. Your voice was so weak, you looked so frail, it was literally breaking his heart to see you like this.

Sylus puts down the bowl, “Just lay down sweetie.” He helps you get back under the covers and before he can even get back with another towel for your head, you’re asleep.

Now Sylus was a prideful man for sure, but for you, for you he would do anything, for you he would put aside his pride. He knew he couldn’t just call any sort of doctor because of the aether core in your heart, so he knew he had to call your doctor, Doctor Zayne. But oh, did he hate Dr.Zayne, YOUR Dr.Zayne. Sylus just knew that man was in love with you, your childhood friend who spent his life becoming a heart surgeon and then being your personal doctor. Tsk, he’s heard of the whole childhood friends to lover’s trope, he wasn’t a dumb man. He wasn’t dumb, but he was desperate, and he needed you to get better. It had already been a full day since he had been in your place, and you just kept getting worse. Begrudgingly he picked up your phone and did what he had to do.  

You don’t remember much in your sick haze. It was hard to even distinguish what was really going on or what was part of your fever dreams. You lucidly remember Sylus waking you up to give you soup and take medicine. You think you remember Zayne coming in which would make sense, he is your doctor, but you also remember Xavier? Maybe you weren’t particularly sure, it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be there, but you were sure you remembered seeing him.

Eventually, you gain a full sense of consciousness. Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like it has been and there isn’t an immense pressure in your head. You attempt to sit up when you notice a hand holding onto your arm, and attached to the hand was Sylus. A soft smile spreads on your face as you see him sitting most likely uncomfortably in a chair next to your bed. His head was laid beside you and his hand grasping onto your arm. You had no clue had long he had been there or how long he had been taking care of you. The pill bottles, half eaten soup and cups of water you don’t remember drinking or taking had to have come from somewhere and it wasn’t you.

“Ah, I see the kitten has finally stirred from her hibernation.” Sylus exhausted face meets your curious eyes.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better.”  You say with a yawn and a stretch. The gaze he is giving you makes you feel small, causing you to turn away from him, “thank you”

His hand reaches out to grab your chin gently, “You had me worried, sweetie. You had a respiratory infection and pneumonia. What would have happened to you if I wouldn’t have come?” His jaw is set tight and you don’t think you would ever see the feared Onychinus leader looking scared. He was scared, scared he was going to lose you…...again.

“…… I’m sorry but you took care of me and I’m fine now. Yeah?” You say turning your head out of his hands in more embarrassment as you busy yourself with straightening out your night stand. As you pick up the bottle of pills, you notice you see that Zayne prescribed these. You glance between the bottle and then at Sylus.

He scoffs before taking the bottle from your hand, putting it back down “Well of course I had to reach out to your doctor. Your fever wouldn’t go down.”

“But you hate Zayne?”  You questioned as you tilt your head in a way that was way too cute for Sylus.

“I do not hate the doctor. I just don’t like how friendly he is with you on the occasion.” He scoffs at the giggle you let out, “And I’m aware that you are childhood friends, but the man should have some boundaries”

That makes you laugh even harder, not THE Sylus Quin talking about boundaries. He wouldn’t know a boundary if it shot him in the heart. It was sweet, he was being so sweet.

“Yeah, I thought seeing him was just a fever dream I was having actually. Funny enough, I thought I also saw my friend Xavier here.”

The noise that leaves Sylus had you holding back the biggest laugh that you could possibly muster. So in fact you had not imagine Xavier, he had actually been there and surprisingly Sylus let him in.

“Another one of your ‘friends’ who needs to work on their boundaries. He came over in the middle of the night questioning about your whereabouts after sending you NUMEROUS texts and phone calls. He was insistent on seeing you or he would have gotten your little hunter association involved and I didn’t think you would want that.” He groans with this cute pout on his face. “It seems you have a lot of these type of ‘friends’ who lack any type of boundaries. You should work on that sweetie.”

You reach out to grab his face making him look at you, his gaze softened when he saw your face “Thank you for taking care of me, Sy.”

He grabs your hand a places a small kiss upon the back of it, “Of course Kitten”

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[lamare-sims]

I thought elders could use some randomness in their final fate. Made 3 semi-random events for them:

live longer

die early

get sick

Early death branches into:

sudden "heart attack" followed by - death by fright, or - death by drowning if they happened to be swimming at the time

decreased age duration followed by death of old age the next day or so

At first, it was going to be sort of a coin flip once a day deciding whether a playable elder dies prematurely, or gets an additional day of life, or keeps living for the allotted time. Turned out a little more detailed and configurable

Sickness is not as impactful, just something to highlight old age problems. It's a maxis style disease curable by soup and rest (thinking of realistic medical conditions made me sad and I stopped)

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[mscherub]

Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general

You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Pomefiore boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹

Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignyhide, TBD

Warnings!:

Sickness, obviously

Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc

To start us off…

It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?

Vil🪞:

Well…you should know right from the start he doesn’t want to get sick, ”he can’t afford to,” he’ll say, so don't expect him to linger too close to you

But hey, he’s there to help out at least, right? He’s got expertise at concocting up poisons so maybe he can use that knowledge and remedy up something to help you get better a little more quickly

Also, of course he’s gonna have you on a light skincare routine. “Honestly, your skin looks dull, and your eyebags are not doing much to heighten your appearance…poor spudling, take this-” Thanks for that, I guess, Vil

I feel like since he does make his own skincare items, he’d know the right herbal ingredients and their benefits and he’d make some sort of vapor rub equivalent in twisted wonderland to ease your coughs and any congestion you might have

He’ll have you nutritional meals made because your body is already fighting a lot as is and it’ll need something to keep it going. If you don’t feel like eating, he might force you, be cautious y’all—

He’ll tend to you without complaint, maybe a light tongue click here and there or small huffs and at the actions you do, but he’s getting an escape from the outside world by being with you, even if he’s at risk of getting sick himself. He’s also happy to just be alone with you even if he doesn’t show it

Enjoy the time with him, seriously, how often are people cared for by the Vil Schoenheit? Exactly…

Rook🏹:

He’s known for his endless love sonnets on the beautiful things that catch his eye, so yea, you’ll be hearing that a lot while he helps you out, because he just can’t hold back the compliments while you look eye-catching even with being in such a sickly state!

“That sneeze was just magnifique!” Especially if your not in the mood for compliments, he’ll throw them out even more at you, he likes to see what makes people tick, in good or bad ways, it’s all interesting to him

Medicines are tracked and marked, and he’ll probably do a little cleaning up as well as aiding you in your assignments you have to make up, not fully, just a few notes and pointers.

Again, he’s learned from Vil, so nutritional meals all the way. Eat up or he’ll go on rants about how you need to provide fuel for your gorgeous body and mind. Kinda sweet

He’ll sit with you and yap your ear off as well, or, he’ll make use of the time to read you poetry he’s written to hopefully soothe you to sleep. If it works then good, if not, “I’ve got other methods to aid you in sleeping :)”…bro what—

Rook will be happy you even let him tend to you for a little, he’ll make sure no one disturbs your sleep, and no, he’s totally not gonna watch you while you sleep, that’s outrageous, pshhhh-

Epel 🍎:

He’ll complain even though he offered to help you, saying stuff like maybe if you just didn’t get sick he wouldn’t have to do this blah blah blah. Just tell him he’s being a big help, and that it’s a “manly” thing to do. He’ll probably shut up after that

He’ll sit with you, he’s not afraid to get sick, he comes from country life, he probably been through far worse then just some ”little cold” so he’ll sit by you and tend to you

Pillows or blankets, you’ve got it!

He probably won’t clean up, but he’ll try and help you with your assignments whether that be writing down his notes in your notebook or helping you out with assignments any teacher assigned

He’ll cook you food, anything you want, probably not without a little complaint here and there but he’ll still do it anyways, just for you. Don’t say that’s cute or sweet of him to do because then he won’t do it

Giving you your medicine at the right time is easy, he’s got that under his belt no problem

To pass time he’ll carve an apple or two, which are very detailed carvings. He’s very skilled at that so give him a little praise and he’ll he happy

Afterwards he can boast to others how helpful he was, earning some brownie points in the first year friend group. He’s happy he could be relied on 👍

That’s it lovelies!! All that’s left is Ignyhide and Diasomnia <3

Btw, requests and asks are open!!! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

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[warmasf]

B has been feeling a little weird all day. A little shivery, a little tired, a little achey, starting to get sniffly, but overall okay. They don’t feel sick per se, just a little off.

Cut to B having a little movie night with their partner A, who is cradling B’s head in their lap. A is carding softly through their hair as they feel B’s breathing start to grow deeper and slower. They smile and move their fingers down towards B’s eyes, only to brush their forehead and stop. Is it just them, or is B feeling a little warm? They move their hand to B’s cheek, their other cupping the nape of their neck.

“You feeling okay? You feel really warm,” A asked, feeling B roll a little bit in their lap.

B mumbled something before burying their hot face deeper into the blankets and sniffling liquidly.

“Aw honey, let me get you some Tylenol so you can get some rest.”

[hedgehogreads]

“You know why I hate plagues?”

The girl hesitated, confused by the abrupt change of subject. That was the fever, she realized. It made Rosethorn’s mind skip about. “Why?” Daja asked.

“Most disasters are fast, and big. You can see everyone else’s life got overturned when yours did. Houses are smashed, livestock’s dead. But plagues isolate people. They shut themselves inside while disease takes a life at a time, day after day. it adds up. Whole cities break under the load of what was lost. People stop trusting each other, because you don’t know who’s sick.”

 - Briar’s Book, Tamora Pierce

[rose24207]

Can I request something where reader and Mafia Lando are together and Reader gets like sick, and she brakes up with him because she doesn’t want to burden him with her sickness and she also doesn’t want him to be sad because of her but Lando figures it out when he looks into what she’s been doing and he gets suspicious when his guys tell him that readers been going to the hospital a lot. He also looks into her finances and sees she’s making big payment and when he finds out about her sickness he confronts reader at her apartment and she tells him but he promises to be there for her and to pay for the best treatment.

In sickness and in secrets

Summary: When you break up with Lando to protect him from your illness, he uncovers the truth, confronts you, and promises to stay by your side, ensuring you receive the best care and his unwavering love.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, angst, fluff

TW: sickness, breaking up

A/N: English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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The first time you met Lando Norris, it was in the most unconventional way possible—at the end of a loaded gun. You had stumbled into his life purely by accident, an unwitting witness to a deal gone wrong. Instead of pulling the trigger, though, Lando had taken one look at you, decided you weren’t a threat, and walked away.

That was two years ago. Now, you couldn’t imagine a world without him. The enigmatic and sharp-witted leader of an underground empire, Lando had always treated you with a rare tenderness that seemed at odds with his dangerous reputation. He was your safe harbor, your anchor in a stormy world.

But life had a cruel sense of humor.

When you’d first started feeling unwell, you had brushed it off as stress. It wasn’t until the symptoms worsened—intense fatigue, frequent headaches, and moments where your body simply didn’t seem to cooperate—that you finally sought medical advice. The diagnosis hit you like a freight train: a rare autoimmune disease, one that would require extensive treatment, medication, and constant management.

Your world crumbled, and with it, so did your relationship with Lando.

“You’re breaking up with me?” Lando’s voice was sharp, laced with disbelief as he stared at you across the living room of his penthouse.

You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself, the weight of the decision pressing down on you like a physical force. “It’s for the best, Lando.”

“For the best?” His brows furrowed, anger simmering beneath his calm façade. “Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N. What’s really going on?”

“I just... I can’t do this anymore,” you said, your voice trembling. “I can’t be in your world. It’s too much.”

His jaw clenched, his piercing eyes scanning your face for the truth you weren’t telling. “After two years, you’re just realizing that?”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough.” Lando took a step closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “Talk to me. Whatever it is, we can fix it.”

You shook your head, your heart breaking as you turned away. “Not this time, Lando.”

He reached out, but you were already walking out the door.

For weeks, Lando tried to respect your decision, though it ate away at him. You had been his constant, the only person who saw past the walls he’d built around himself. He couldn’t fathom why you’d left so suddenly, especially when everything between you had seemed perfect.

When his men started reporting that you’d been visiting the hospital frequently, his suspicions grew. Lando was a man who thrived on control, and the lack of answers gnawed at him.

It wasn’t just the hospital visits. He’d had your finances investigated—a move that left him feeling slightly guilty, though he justified it by telling himself it was for your protection. What he found made his blood run cold. Large, frequent payments to a private medical facility.

Something was wrong.

The knock on your apartment door startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all *him*. But when you opened the door and saw Lando standing there, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of anger and concern, your stomach sank.

“We need to talk,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You stepped aside, your heart pounding as he walked into the small living room. He looked out of place in the modest space, his tailored suit and commanding presence a stark contrast to the worn furniture and cluttered coffee table.

“How did you—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, turning to face you. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know something’s going on. The hospital visits, the payments—what’s wrong?”

You froze, panic rising in your chest. “Lando, I—”

“Tell me,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “I know you. I know this isn’t about me or my world. So stop pushing me away and tell me the truth.”

You swallowed hard, tears welling in your eyes. There was no point in lying anymore. “I’m sick, Lando.”

His expression softened instantly, the anger draining from his face. “Sick? How?”

You sank onto the couch, your hands trembling as you explained. “I have an autoimmune disease. It’s... it’s not curable, but it’s manageable with treatment. It’s expensive, though, and it’s going to take a toll on me physically. I didn’t want to burden you with it.”

Lando sat down beside you, his eyes locked on yours. “Burden me? Is that what you think this is?”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you whispered. “And I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me. You have enough to deal with already.”

He reached out, cupping your face gently. “You’re not a burden, Y/N. You could never be a burden.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I didn’t want you to be sad because of me. I didn’t want you to watch me struggle.”

Lando’s thumb brushed away your tears as he leaned closer. “You don’t get to decide that for me. I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. And if you’re struggling, then we’ll struggle together. I’m not going anywhere.”

You let out a choked sob, leaning into his touch. “Lando, I—”

“No,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “No more pushing me away. No more secrets. I’m going to take care of you, whether you like it or not. And don’t even think about arguing, because you know I’ll win.”

Despite the tears, you let out a shaky laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “We’ll get through this, Y/N. I’ll make sure you have the best treatment, the best doctors—whatever you need. You’re not doing this alone.”

For the first time in weeks, the weight on your chest began to lift. Lando’s unwavering determination and love gave you a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to face this battle alone.

True to his word, Lando spared no expense in ensuring you received the best care possible. He accompanied you to appointments, held your hand during difficult moments, and made it his mission to keep you smiling even on the hardest days.

The world might have painted Lando Norris as a cold, ruthless leader, but you knew the truth. Beneath the tough exterior was a man who loved fiercely and unconditionally.

And as you sat together one evening, his arms wrapped around you as you watched the city lights from his penthouse, you realized that no illness could take away the bond you shared.

With Lando by your side, you knew you could face anything.

Thank you for reading!