That was a hard practice..

Hot,

Humid, the entire shebang.

Lando groaned, sitting down on the paddock seats as his curls dripped with sweat.

He could barely see. His vision was blurring.

He whimpered as his stomach roared for food.

Too tired rn. He’d get some later. Promise.

He laid down on the sofa, and well..

What better to do than scroll through his phone..right?

…

Right?

So why was he..

Sobbing like a little kid?

His phone thrown to the floor.

And having a panic attack?