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february 4, 2022 ( 9 months after ) - timothée's pov
"haley?" timothée asked. he was needed to shoot a few quick scenes for the movie and they ended later than expected, which is why he arrived back at haley's place at five in the afternoon.
he rang the doorbell as he entered, just to signal that he was back home, but as he was taking off his jacket he heard a crash from the floor above.
assuming the worst, he trampled up the stairs quickly and knocked rapidly on her door before entering to see an overturned lamp on the ground and haley lying down her eyes squeezed shut. the curtains were drawn closed and she had an open laptop beside her while a phone rested on her lap.
"what the... are you alright?" he asked, immediately clambering to return the lamp to where it was.
"mmph." was the answer he got, and a sniffle. that's when he realized she was crying.
now, timothée wasn't the best person when it came to dealing with crying women. despite his twenty-six years on the planet, he still didn't know what to do. it was different from dealing with a crying pauline, since she was his sister and he could crack a joke to make her feel better. so all he could do was stand there awkwardly.
"are you okay?" he asked, cringing at himself a bit as he was unable to meet her eyes. he literally just asked that. then again, it wasn't like she gave a coherent answer.
"it hurts," she complained. "my head." haley made a move to sit up so she could see him properly, but her arms gave way and she fell back onto the pillow.
"listen, why don't you just nap? i'll take this—" timothée began, shutting off her laptop, "—and i'll plug this in since it's almost out of charge..." he picked up her phone and connected it to a nearby power bank. "and you can take a nap and you'll feel better. may i?" he added, offering his hand to check her temperature. he brought it to her neck, which wasn't as warm as it had been two days ago. improvement, at least.
"do you want anything? water, food?"
"you're not gonna give me any champagne, will you?"
he sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "we'll drink to your health once you're better, how's that?"
she scoffed. "what time is it?" her muffled voice asked.
timothée glanced at his watch. "uh, 5:41."
"well then, good night." she rolled to her side and pulled the blankets up to her shoulders. he left her alone.
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