It was the Monaco Grand Prix, and Lando Norris was your boyfriend. You came with him to Monaco all the way from your home country to watch him race, but you got severely sick and were on bedrest at home. Lando was finally back after the race, and slammed the door behind him. He sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. You were really sick but wanted to see him, so you stood up carefully from bed and coughed. You walked to the living room and sat beside him, noticing his anger "Hey Lando, how was the race? I haven't checked my phone so I don't really know-" "What do you want y/n?" He snapped