It had been a week since the happenings with Timothee and Imogen, I was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital until a lovely nurse walked in,
"You can go in and see mr chalamet now darling!" She politely said, i smiled and walked in, he was asleep, but i just sat on the chair beside his bed and clasped onto his hand. It was 10 minutes a late until he finally woke up. I turned my head and looked at him peacefully. He noticed my hand and turned his head towards me,
"Emmie I- I can ex-" i interrupted,
"You don't need to explain, I already know." I whispered,
"But you were crying your eyes out and you already drove away?" He questioned,
"I called the ambulance." I said, he smiled and kissed my hand gently, "we aren't over Timothee." I reassured.(SORRY ITS SHORT)
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My Timothee Chalamet imagine <3333
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