you rush to my driver room after the race as soon as you hear about my crash, you open the door without knocking and race over to me and hold onto my face practically manhandling me as you turn my face from side to side and stick your thumb into my mouth feeling my gums, you look at me with a worried expression

“Oscar how are you feeling!” you exclaim your tone worried, I look at you with a grumpy expression before you take my thumb out of my mouth

“Lando” I groan will you keep your fingers out of my mouth.