Falling ♡ Timothée Chalamet

17 - chance

Timothée refuses to leave the hospital unless he hears news. It doesn't matter if it's good news or bad news. He just wants to finally feel relief knowing something. Anything.

He is scared of being left in the dark.

Even as people start leaving the tiny waiting room that we have entrapped ourselves in and going home, he still refuses to go back without word of Alex's well being. I take a deep breath and head out of the waiting room.

Timothée calls out for me but I'm already out the door. He follows me out and I don't stop walking until I've found the familiar face of the nurse who kept telling us time and time again that we can't see Alex.

'Excuse me.' I say trying to sound as polite and patient as possible. I remind myself this isn't her fault or her doing, she doesn't have control over what happens to Alex. She only does what she is told but it is still hard not to get frustrated at her as she smiles at me like everything is okay.

She smiles as if my best friend isn't falling apart at the thought that his best friend might not make it to see another day.

'Yes, may I help you?' She asks in a kind voice. I let out a deep breath before I speak because I don't want to come off rude.

'Yes you may.' I say sounding a bit impolite without intending to. 'You see, we haven't gotten any information on Alex Brewer.' I explain. 'We've been here for the past six hours and we just want to know anything really. If he's okay, if he isn't. We just need something.'

The lady nods immediately after I'm done talking. She smiles at me warmly and then sends a smile to Timothée who struggles to return it. 'I'll check up on that for you. Just sit in the waiting room it's-'

I cut her off, the irritation evident in my tone. 'Yeah we know where it is.' I take Timothée by the hand and yank him back into the room we have trapped ourselves in for approximately six hours now.

I'm going to go insane in this hospital.

But the only thing keeping me from total insanity is him. Everytime I feel like I'm about to lose control, lose my temper, kick the wall or punch something hard, all I have to do is look into his eyes and suddenly everything's okay again.

A few minutes after we get settled inside the room the door opens and in comes the nurse. She doesn't have a scared look on her face which brings me relief. 'I talked to the doctor, he said to me that Alex Brewer is in a coma after a major car accident which you already probably know.' The two of us nod impatiently.

'He's been unconscious for about eight hours now but the good news is, within the five hour point he showed signs of potential eye opening.' I feel my lips curling upwards into a smile. The nurse continues explaining. 'The doctor said his left eye twitched which is really great because patients who show signs of consciousness within six hours of being in a coma have a one in five chance of achieving a good recovery. Whereas, those who don't show signs have a one in ten chance of making it.'

I immediately thank the nurse who I am no longer frustrated with and once she leaves the room I turn around to face Timothée so I can give him a hug but I notice he doesn't look as excited as I feel. 'Aren't you happy?' I ask. 'The doctor says he showed signs of consciousness.'

Timothée shakes his head defeatedly. 'Didn't you hear her Ella?' Timothée says sadly.

'Of course I heard her. She gave us good news.'