Timothèe Chalamet Imagines

✻ crash ✻

Your POV

My heart skips a beat when I see the car out of my peripheral vision.

It's too late.

I slam on the breaks and let out an uncontrollable scream. The awful crunch of metal on metal deafens me, and I feel almost nothing before blackness envelops me.

***

"Y/N! Y/N!"

Lights flash in front of my eyes. I'm being shaken. I make out a blurry face - Timothèe's face - before my vision goes black once again.

***

The sound of a beeping noise wakes me from a distance. I slowly open my eyes. The first thing I register is the pain in my torso. My ribs. I don't dare move. I begin to panic, realizing that I'm in a hospital room. I turn my head just slightly, and look over to see Timothèe on a bench, his hands on his head clutching his curly hair, his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor.

"Timothèe?" I ask. My voice feels weak and I am shocked at how soft yet panicked it is.

His head snaps up and he stands, quickly walking over to me.

"Y/N. Oh my god. I thought... I thought you might..." He hunches over me and hugs my head very gently, beginning to cry into my shoulder.

"What happened?" I ask him shakily.

"You..." he pulls away, "you were in a car accident. The other car, it just... swerved in front of you... god I'm so glad you're okay," he says, wiping the tears out of his eyes.

I wince as I feel a stabbing pain in my ribs.

"My ribs..." I whisper, shutting my eyes in anguish.

"Oh... no, wait..." he quickly scrambles over to the button next to my bed, pressing it insistently to call a nurse in. "Does it hurt?"

I nod, which is a mistake, because I feel a shooting pain down my neck and spine.

A nurse walks in and smiles at me.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" she asks me. She's young and her voice is sweet. It makes me feel a bit more comforted.

"I'm... I don't really... I don't know..." I say slowly.

She nods politely.

"I know. You've been through a lot. Can you tell me where it hurts?"

"It's my ribs. And my... my spine."

She walks over to me and adjusts something - that's when I realize I've got needles in my hand.

"I'm just going to take a look at you, is that alright?" She asks.

I'm about to nod, but then I remember that nodding hurts.

"Yeah," I answer. Timothèe sits back down, staring intently at me as she moves my blankets aside and lifts the gown I'm in.

I gasp when I see the skin on my torso. It's blackened and blue.

"Well, the good thing is that we don't think any of your ribs are completely broken," she says quietly and calmly. "There are some fractures, but other than that, just severe bruising," she tells me.

Then she moves to my left foot, something I hadn't even registered. My eyes widen when I see what she's looking at now. There is a deep gash in my foot, and I hadn't even felt it. It has been stitched up and it looks... awful. I shut my eyes, afraid to physically turn my head away.

"Does it look okay?" Timothèe asks, bouncing his knees nervously.

"Everything looks great," she says warmly. She gently covers me again.

I am beyond exhausted. My entire body hurts. I close my eyes and try to will the pain away.

"I'll have the doctor come in to talk to you," she tells us. I open my eyes and see Timothèe nod nervously.

She walks out of the room, leaving us alone.

I can't help the tears that fill my eyes. My face feels hot as they start streaming down my cheeks.

Timothèe says nothing, but carefully wraps his arms around me once again.

"I'm so glad you're here," he mumbles into my hair.

I'm crying out of shock at what happened.

"It's like... I mean... y/n, I love you so much. I don't tell you that enough. It could have... I mean... you could have..." he can't even finish his own sentences.

I gently push him away, only so that he can look at me.

"Timmy, I'm okay. I'm okay," I say, through my own tears.

He nods, his mouth in a tight, worried line. His eyes are red from exhaustion, stress, and sadness.

"I'm okay. I promise," I assure him again.

"I know," he says quietly. He walks back to the window and sits down in his chair, the chair he's probably been sitting in for hours.

"Now you just have to take care of me at home whenever I get out of here," I say, smiling through my tears.

He chuckles nervously.

"Taco Bell whenever you want," he says, wiping his eyes.

"And... I'm thinking I'll need some new cozy blankets... maybe the occasional boba... and I'll probably have you make me pancakes every morning," I say, trying to make some sort of humor stem from this jarring situation.

"Of course," Timmy says, smiling. He stands again and walks back over to me. "For real, y/n. I'll take care of you always." His voice falls into a more serious timber.

Looking up at him, at his sincerity and genuine love, it reminds me how lucky I am to have someone like this by my side right now. How lucky I am to have woken up in this room with him, rather than alone.

I squeeze his hand.

"I love you," he whispers down to me. "We're gonna get you through this."

GUYS WHAT'S UP!?!?!?
I have missed this community SO MUCH! I just finished my first year of college and it was crazy busy, so I wasn't able to write :/ lots of insane experiences, new adventures, and challenges!!! I have missed you guys so much!!! if you're reading this right now, leave me a comment and lmk how you're doing!!! I LOVE U ALL!!! xoxo

(also sorry this one is so so so bad I'm trying to get back into writing and back into the fandom because I LOVE Timmy but I wasn't able to follow him as much this year due to soul crushing amounts of homework)