warning: this part contains topics related to sexual abuse, assault and harassment, if you are not comfortable reading this part, please skip it! if you've suffered from any of this, I'm here for you. thank you so much.
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-Hello?
-Hi, is this Timothée Chalamet?
-This is Dr. Samuel, from the New York-Presbyterian Hospital. You're y/n y/l/n emergency contact.
-Yes, what... Is there something wrong?
-We got a call ten minutes ago from someone who worked at the Palace Hotel who saw y/n, crying and suffering from a severe panic attack. She's here now, my colleagues are helping her but she asked for you.
Timothée ran through their apartment, taking necessary things, his mind wandering if what could have happened as y/n was supposed to be in a meeting with a director:
-I'm coming.
-Thank you so much, Mr. Chalamet.
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When Timothée arrived at the hospital, he asked for y/n and Dr. Samuel. They called the doctor who was there in less than a minute:
-Mr. Chalamet, come with me, please.
-What happened? I don't understand anything.
-I think it's better if y/n tells you.
The young doctor approached a room and knocked on it softly, opening it. Inside, there were a few nurses and y/n laid in a bed, pale face. As soon as she saw Timothée, she sniffed and tried to get up but he approached her. She hugged him with all her strength, sobbing into his shoulder. He was confused as what was happening and didn't even notice until then that there was a police officer in the room as well:
-Hey... What's happening?
y/n but her lip, trying to stop her crying:
-He... He touched... He touched me.
-What?
-Mr. Chalamet. -Timothée turned around, the police officer approaching him.- We are here because we received a call from the hospital saying that y/n has suffered from sexual assault and harassment.
Timothée looked at his girlfriend who was still in his arms, crying. He didn't know what to say, he just wanted to kill the guy who thought touching a women (more precisely, y/n) without consent was okay:
-Could we be alone for a few minutes, please?
Everyone nodded, leaving the room. y/n looked at the floor, not knowing what to do or say:
-Hey.
-Hi.
-Could you tell me what happened? If you want to, of course.
y/n looked at him:
-Okay. -She sighed, tears on her face, voice breaking.- Lara took me to the hotel where I was supposed to have the meeting with Daniel Gregory, you know that. It was a huge hotel and so so fancy. Lara waited until his assistant arrived and then left because she had to do some errands. I was okay with it, you know who I am and I don't mind spending time with directors if we are going to work together. His assistant took me to his room and I met Daniel. He was nice but to me it was so weird that we were in such a fancy room and then... -She sobbed.- Then he said that if I wanted the role I had to suck... Suck his dick and... let him fuck me. -She stopped, trying to catch her breath. Timothée could feel his blood boiling.- I said no and tried to leave the room but it was locked and he grabbed me and pushed me to the bed. He... His hands were all over my body. I'm sorry. -She cried in his shoulder, Timothée softly kissed her head and hugged her, not knowing what to say.- He... He grabbed my neck and sniffed me like I was a dog and said that I smell so good and that I looked so pretty in that bed. I tried to push him away and he kissed me. I wanted to throw up. He kissed me several times and I told him to stop. I was crying and screaming but nobody heard me, he also grabbed my arms so I couldn't move and his hands went up my dress and I... I was crying and I was feeling so nauseous, he was touching everywhere, I have marks on my ass because he grabbed me with a lot of strength and my arms and I'm so sorry Tim.
-You don't have to be sorry, is not your fault.
y/n nodded:
-And he tried to take my panties off but I punched him in the face and balls and ran to the phone to call reception. He grabbed my ankle but they heard me screaming so they came to the room and helped me.
Timothée kissed her head several times while she cried. He whispered some "I love you" and "It's not your fault" while he had her in his arms and she looked at him:
-I'm so sorry.
-Is not your fault. Stop saying that. -Timothée looked at her, feeling devastated when he saw her crying. He didn't like seeing his favourite person cry.- You're the strongest women I know and he... If I ever see him, I'll kill him. I promise. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you again, you understand me? -Timothée didn't know he was crying until y/n cleaned some of his tears with her hands.- I'm with you forever and I'll protect you.
-And I'll protect you. -y/n and Timothée held hands, looking at the rings in their left hands.- I... I don't know what to do now.
-Whatever you want to do baby. We can put a restraining order on him and take him to court.
-No one will believe me.
-They will. -Timothée looked at the marks in her arms and looked at them, softly kissing them, which made y/n cry.- I believe you.
y/n hugged him. She didn't know when she would ever get over this. She didn't know what to do but what she knew was that if Timothée was by her side, everything would be okay.
