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Lance was a clutch and no one knew that better than himself, he was always hurting himself in stupid ways, ways that could easily be avoided if he had just paid a little bit off attention to what he was doing. even if his reflexes were better than a normal person, he was constantly walking into doors and cabinets because he simply forgot to pay attention to were he was walking, it happened a lot when he was just talking to his boyfriend George, he would randomly forget to shut a door and walk right into it.
“where did you get that bruise?” was a very common question from George Russell, and the answer was usually either “I’ve no idea” or “I walked into something” making George shake his head.
Lance was just making himself and George something to eat one morning during the off season, he only had one thing left, he had cooked the eggs and make avocado toast and he was going to bring it in to the bedroom for George and himself to eat over a show before they were going to go for a training session with Lance’s osteopath Henry.
He was having a good time, dancing to music he had on in his AirPods as he went to get plates and then glasses to put on the tray, then as he grabbed the glasses he lost the grip he had on the glasses and they came down on to the counter top and smashed, going all over the kitchen floor.
"shit" Lance just muttered as he stood there, broken peaces off the glasses all around him, he jumped out off the mess that he had made and got himself a broom, he hoped that he had not woken up his boyfriend that was still sleeping, he could do this himself, this was nothing big, just a couple off broken piece's off glass, he swept it up quickly, and threw the broken glass into the bin, then as he took a step back from the bin, he felt something go right inside his foot.
"fucking hell" Lance muttered under his breath as he jumped to the barstool that was a short distance away to take a look at the damage, this was probably just a small piece, nothing to worry about, something that he would be able to take out and then disinfect to wound, there should not be any major damage or missed training
"well fuck,” Lance muttered again as he saw the glass that was in his foot, it was about 3cm wide and it had made a pretty nasty cut under his foot, and it was bleeding quite a bit, he would have to wake up George now, he would probably have to get a doctor to take it out, he was not sure if he could do it himself, as as he would probably need to get some stitches it would be better to just go strait to the hospital and not attempt anything stupid like pulling the glass out, he did not think he had done any lasting damage, but it hurt a bit and there was now blood all over the kitchen floor, but at least he had thrown away most off the glass.
“hey babe" Lance called upstairs, not even going to attempt the stairs with glass in his foot, he did not really want to hop upstairs and leave blood on the carpet.
“what?” George called back, Lance could hear that he had still been asleep, he felt kinda bad for waking him up like this, this had not been the plan, breakfast was ready, the only thing left was to plate it and bring it up.
“can you come downstairs?”
“you OK?”
“not really”
“what did you do?” George asked as he came quickly downstairs, only in his boxers
"I was trying to make breakfast"
"how did you screw that one up?"
"can you drive me to the hospital real quick?" Lance asked as if nothing in the world was more casual.
"what?"
"I said-"
"I heard what you said, what did you do now, where did you hurt yourself now, and what did you do?”
"I broke a glass"
"and what?"
"and I stepped on a broken piece, and it's under my foot, I'm kinda bleeding"
"let me take a look" George said as he came downstairs and he saw that his foot was bleeding, he then looked under it and he could see the glass shard in there, there was a lot off blood and it was all over the kitchen floor
“how the fuck did you manage that?”
“the glasses just fell on the floor and broke, I was just sweeping it up and I clearly missed a pease”
“well its not missing anymore”
“clearly, can we go? I think I might need stitches”
“yeah, let me get dressed” George said as he ran upstairs to get something on and then came down to assist Lance out to the door and got him his coat and one shoe, he could not put on the other one. George then took Lance’s car keys as he went to start the car.
“why my car?”
“I’m not getting your blood all over my car, this is your mess, so we go in yours”
“fuck off” Lance laughed “at least get a plastic bag or something that I can have under my foot so the blood does not go everywhere” George just smiled and did as he said, They then got to the car and on they went, Lance was not really in pain, it was uncomfortable, but not the worst thing the had done to himself so they were just chatting normally, calling Henry to cancel there training session, he also laughed at Lance’s story of what he had done this time, canceling there training for this morning. George was going to go for a run when they would be back from the hospital, Lance would do upper body and neck work when he was back at the house, Henry had already texted him what he wanted him to do.
The hospital was not that busy, they did not have to wait to long to be seen, they had chosen a smaller hospital as they were trying to keep low profile, but they were not hiding there relationship. They were more hiding this story from the press, Lance had no interest in the media getting this story.
They were taken back to a room, Lance wanted to just hop around with George as an aid as they had been up to this point, but he was made to sit down in a wheelchair as they took him back to an exam room.
"good morning, what is your name?" a doctor asked Lance as he walked into the room that Lance had been put in to, they were just waiting and chatting with Lance having had his foot propped up his leg was not bleeding as much now, but he was not really looking forward to the glass being taken out.
“Lance Stroll"
"and what happened to you?"
"I stepped on a broken glass, and it's still in my foot”
"let's take a look then, are you in pain, we can give you something if you are ” he smiled as Lance who shook his head, he was feeling fine. George could not help himself and took a few pictures off Lance on the exam table, some to send in the family group chat. both his family and Lance’s.
"you will need to get some stitches for that, I will numb your foot first and then we will take out the glass” he got told as the doctor prepared the needle and the suture kit,
"can I walk on it?" Lance then asked
"no, you need to have crutches until your stitches are removed, possibly a little longer than that, it all depends on the heeling off the wound, and you also need a tetanus shot, just in case" the doctor told him
“damn it”
“you will be fine, how long are the stitches going to be in?” George then asked
“I will give you an appointment in 8 days to take them out”
“see that could be worse” George said as he took Lance’s hand, he was a bit upset after that and now the needle’s would start.
"I hate needles" Lance moaned out as he saw the needle that was about to go into his foot
"just hold my hand" George laughed at him, as his boyfriend was trying to not show that he was in pain, it did hurt him a bit, he had to numbed him in so many different spots and it stung a lot, so Lance was just holding on to George for comfort.
"look, all done, now we just need to wait a couple of minutes for the numbing to work it's magic and you should not even feel the rest" the doctor smiled at him and Lance just nodded as he could not even feel the bottom off his foot anymore. The doctor was checking for feeling and Lance could not feel anything so the doctor got ready to pull out the glass.
"and we are done" the doctor smiled as he held the glass, he only needed some tweezers to get it out, there were thankfully no extra cuts that had be be made, but the bleeding got a bit heavier as soon as it was out, but that had been expected, a nurse holding a cloth to the bottom off his foot to stop the bleeding as the doctor got everything together to stitch him up.
“how big is it?" George asked, as it had been a quite a big piece, much bigger than he thought it would be
"it's went about 2cm into his foot and the cut is 5cm wide" the doctor told them and Lance just winched, it had been a bit worse than he thought it would be he would need 6 stitches to close up the cut properly. But as his foot was numb he could not feel it at all, he asked George to take a picture off the stitches, he would need to call Mike and tell him about this and also his father, but it would not impact anything but a little training for the next two weeks, it was winter brake.
“cheer up, its not going to be to bad, you will not miss any racing, its like a month until we even start testing, you will be fine” George said as he hugged Lance
“I know, let me be upset for today, I’ll be fine tomorrow, OK?” Lance said as he looked up at his boyfriend, George just nodded as he took his hand, he would also be upset if this was him.
Then when the doctor was done he got handed the crutches that would be his best friends for the next week or so. The doctor then wrapped his foot in a bandage and told him to not have a sock on that foot, and he would have to change the bandage daily so the wound would heal better, and let it air a lot, and not let it get infected, then he got a tetanus shot because off bacteria that could have gotten into the wound and then he got sent home with instructions to rest the leg, and to use the crutches, he also got a prescription for some antibiotics and pain killers if he would need some, Lance would have to be on the antibiotics for 7 days.
the doctor also advised him to buy some gel packs that he could put in the freezer and cool the injury. but they already had plenty of those at home so that was not an issue.
"this sucks" Lance stated as he got into the car again, the crutches hurt as he was not used to them and his other leg hurt as he had to put all the weight on that and hop.
"your own fault for being so clumsy" George smiled as Lance just shot him an evil glare.
"I did not mean to drop the glass you know, it just kinda slipped out off my hands when I took it out off the cupboard”
"because you are clumsy" George shot back at him laughed, it was a bit funny,
“lets just hope the press does not get the story, can’t you see the headline”
Lance Stroll in hospital after stepping on broken glass -
“fuck off George”
“what that is not even the worst headline that they have done on you”
“well that is true” Lance smiled
George then helped him get out off the car and then held the doors open for him as they went back up to there apartment. Lance making it to the sofa in front off the TV, George just went and got him a gel pack to place at the bottom off his foot, it was already swelling up a lot and the numbing was leaving so it was starting to hurt a bit more.
“want any meds?”
“no, I’m OK, just the antibiotics I think” Lance said as he got handed a water bottle and medication.
“why two pills?” Lance asked
“because you are stubborn” George said as he handed him an anti inflammatory as well as his antibiotics.
“I’m fine”
“you are not fine, now I’m going on a run after I clean up the murder scene in the kitchen, do you need anything before I leave?”
“no, thank you” Lance smiled as George had gotten his boyfriend some water and something to eat, he was going to order in something in later on to just eat in front off the TV.
“don’t do anything stupid while I’m out OK” George said as he bent down and gave Lance a kiss.
“I’ll try my best”
“rest that foot, I mean it” George said as he ruffled his boyfriends hair before putting his AirPods in walking out the door, his boyfriend was going to be fine, the cut would heal up in 2 weeks and he would be able to do everything like normal.