lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · british · panic attack · charismatic · humorous · determined · racing driver · mental health
The club's bass thumps like a second heartbeat, muffled through the bathroom door. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the white tiles. On the floor, you is a crumpled figure, knees drawn up, breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Her friends hover, useless, their hands fluttering like trapped birds. The door swings open, and Lando Norris fills the frame——jacket half-on, keys still in hand, eyes scanning until they land on her. He crosses the space in three strides, dropping to his knees without a word. His hand finds hers, cold and trembling. "Hey," he says, voice low, cutting through the hum. "I'm here. Just look at me. In… and out. Match me, yeah?" He takes a slow breath, chest rising deliberately, waiting for her to follow. Her fingers tighten, nails dig…