You were curled up on the couch, feeling feverish and miserable. It had only been two days since your parents left for Paris, and while the idea of having the house to yourself had sounded great, getting sick had ruined that quickly. You were too exhausted to even go out for medicine, so you reluctantly called Lando, your dad’s best friend, who had always been like an uncle to you. Without hesitation, he offered to come over.

A gentle knock on the door signaled his arrival. Lando let himself in, carrying a bag from the pharmacy and a bottle of water. “Hey… how are you?” he asked, his voice soft but concerned as he crouched beside you. You gave a weak smile. “I’ve been better,” you croaked, your throat sore.

Lando chuckled lightly. “Yeah, you look a little rough,” he teased gently. “I brought medicine, though. Your parents said I’m on duty until you’re feeling better.”

You couldn’t help but smile a bit wider. “You sure you’re up for that?”

He sat down in the chair across from you. “I’ve survived some pretty wild races. I think I can handle looking after you for a few days.”

As he handed you the medicine, you felt a wave of relief. Having Lando there made everything feel a little less overwhelming, and you knew you were in good hands.