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Lando has a problem. He keeps getting sick. Before his classification, Lando was completely fine. But then he got sick the first time, and then it happened again and again and again. Today he woke up feeling horrible, his stupid leg is broken because of the fall he took from Carlos’ treehouse and everything is horrible right now. He sits up and looks at his leg, there is a cast, it’s orange. He moves to his side and gets himself up with his arms. He puts a hand on the side of the crib and puts the other one on, he’s going to be in so much pain, so he maybe shouldn’t stand up actually, he sits back down and lets go of the side, sitting there quietly.
Then Lando coughs. “Eh?” He coughs again. He doesn’t care much about that, he grabs the edge of the crib again and gets up, he looks down at his left leg and he moves it, standing on it, he winces and holds it up, he wants to escape though. He gets himself pulled up and he grabs onto the bars from outside and he gets stuck, he yelps as he flips over and he is out! But he’s somewhat stuck now. His hand is stuck. Lando grabs his wrist and pulls at it, he manages to get it unstuck with a crack, so his wrist is broken now. He doesn’t know that. Lando can just tolerate pain due to training. He goes to Oscar’s room, dragging his foot. He opens the door with his bad arm and winces at the pain. He opens the door with his good hand and goes inside. “Daddyyy.” He whines, Oscar wakes up.
“Lando?” He asks, sitting up. Lando stands there with his leg dragged behind him. “My arm hurt.” He holds out his hand. “How?” Lando shrugs. “I got out bed and heard “crack!” And now my wrist hurt, daddy.” Oscar’s eyes widen and he gets up. “Oh god don’t say you broke your wrist- can you move it?” Lando tries and he whimpers. “Can’t.” Oscar gets out of bed and picks Lando up. “We are going to the emergency room again.” He picks Lando up and sighs. “Let me just change you first.” After the diaper change, Oscar rushes out of the house after fetching Lando’s pacifier and pillow of him. In the waiting room, Lando seems just fine despite his broken wrist. “How can you be fine with your hurt wrist, Landino?” Oscar asks, Lando looks into the wall and then shrugs. “It hurt but I trainted.” He says.
2 minutes later, he gets an x-ray and yeah, Lando broke his wrist. He gets to do the “fun” casting process, then they go back home. “The sun’s coming up, daddy, look!” Lando looks out the window, Oscar wants to hit his head on the steering wheel so bad. “Yeah, it’s morning.” He says, he sounds tired as hell. At their home, Lando gets put in his crib again. “Don’t move, I’ll be back.” Oscar leaves, Lando sits up and giggles mischievously. He then realizes he can’t move his wrist. “Oh.” He sneezes. “Oh right!” He rolls to the side and he puts his right hand on the floor, he gets out of the crib and falls face first, making a thud. He puts his injured hand on the floor and gets himself up, whining the whole time.
Lando sneezes again once he is standing on one leg and he falls backwards. “Nuh uh, Lando give up!” He yells, crossing his arms and getting a spark of pain immediately. “Ow ow ow...” he whines. “Lando Norris!” He hears Oscar exclaim worriedly. “How did you get there, dinosaur?!” He scoops Lando up and Lando sneezes yet again. “You’ve been sneezing and coughing a lot this morning- oh koala.” He says. Lando is sick, he’s got a bit of a temperature. “How many misfortunes can happen to you at once, baby?” He asks, hugging Lando from behind. Lando seems to take that as a challenge.
During one of his changes, Lando rolls off the changing table and Oscar gasps loudly, then Lando hits his head while Oscar walks out of his room, then he hits the back of his head while trying to lay down, he hit his head trying to see the golden hour too, and then he gets a very bad headache. “I’m an idiot, Lando, I’m sorry.” Oscar says while they cuddle. “My head all messed up.” Lando whines, he wants to cry. “It’s my fault.” Oscar says, carding his fingers through Lando’s curly hair. Lando lets out a sob. “Cuddles will make it better, I swear.” Oscar says, putting his head ontop of Lando’s sympathetically.