timothée chalamet imagines

overdose

⚠️TW: OVERDOSE, DRUGS, ADDICTION⚠️

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timothée's pov

I put down my bags and took off my shoes, then headed up the stairs.

"I'm home!" I said halfway up the stairs.

Strange. Y/n usually comes rushing over to me or calls out where she is in the house.

"Y/n? Are you here?" I started walking down the hall to our room at the end.

No response either. Maybe she was out, I didn't check the garage to see if her car was gone. I just parked in our driveway.

I walked into our room and decided to call her.

The phone rang twice before I heard hers go off. It was coming from the bathroom.

I tossed the phone aside and walked to the bathroom door, it was closed.

"Why didn't you-" I opened the door.

There she was. On the floor, bottle of pills beside her hand.

"Oh my God!" I yelled and knelt over to her.

I picked her up and shook her.

"Y/n! Wake up! Wake up! Oh God." I shrieked.

Her body was cold and limp. Her eyes and mouth were half open.

I carried her over to the bed and called 911.

The ambulance wouldn't be here for another 15 minutes. I cried over her, I kept calling her name trying to wake her up.

After what seemed like an eternity, the ambulance showed up. I raced downstairs to open the door for them and ran them back up to our room.

"She's got a pulse, it's weak." one of the paramedics said.

I pulled at my hair as I watched them place a needle in her arm and inject some type of fluid in her. I wanted to look away, but I didn't want to take my eyes off of her at the same time.

"Get her on the stretcher."

The other paramedic put the stretcher onto the floor and they both carried her limp body onto it, strapping her in.

"She's coming with us. You can ride in the ambulance."

They ran down the stairs with the stretcher and I followed behind them, getting into the ambulance after slamming the door of our house close.

"You're going to be okay." I said rubbing my thumb against the back of her hand as tears came rushing down my face.

Her eyes were closed now. It looked like she was asleep.

"Do you know what she took?" the paramedic asked.

"No," I shook my head "I don't know. She's an addict, six months clean."

I was getting out of breath just trying to speak a sentence. It didn't matter what she took right now, what matters is that she'll be okay.

We arrived at the hospital, the paramedics took the stretcher out of the ambulance and we ran inside.

"Female, mid twenty's. Overdose, unknown substance. Recovering addict." the paramedic said as a doctor and nurses came over.

One doctor put the stethoscope onto her chest.

"BPM is low. Get her in room four."

The team made their way into the room. Before I could step in, one doctor pushed me out.

"Sir, you can't come in here right now. Please, step away until we can give you information."

She closed the door and the curtain surrounding the bed so I couldn't see.

I slumped down against the wall, not even bothering to walk over to the waiting room. Sobbing in my hands and pulling at my hair.

Why would she do this, again? After everything we went through the last time.

It felt like an eternity waiting for someone, anyone, to come and tell me something. Finally the door opened and I jumped to my feet.

"Is she alright?" I asked the doctor.

"She's stable now, and should make a full recovery. It's a good thing you got there when you did, a second later and she would have been gone."

The nurses came out of the room and I walked in after them.

She was awake now, looking down at her feet at the end of the bed.

"Timothée?" she groaned.

I rushed over to her side, grabbing her hands and kissing them.

"Y/n." I sighed.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

I didn't want to tell her, I knew I had to.

"You," I wiped away my nose and eyes "you overdosed."

"No." she shook her head. "No, no."

"You did. In the bathroom. I came home and I saw you there on the floor with the pills." my voice was trembling and cracking.

"I'm so sorry." she sobbed.

We both cried.

"I was doing so good Timothée."

"I know you were, this was just a set back. You'll get sober again, I promise." I said.

"Why don't you just leave me already?" she asked.

"Because I love you, I could never leave you. Especially at a time like this. I'm going to be here for you in anyway possible and stay with you."

"I love you too," she said "I'm sorry, again."

"You don't have to apologize for anything."

"Yes, I do. I can't imagine what you must have felt when you found me. I never want to imagine it." she said.

I reflected back on it for a second. It was the most horrible sight I had ever seen, the most frightened I had ever felt.

"Don't think about that anymore. That's the past now. We're here together now and that's all that matters."

She tugged at my arm, signaling me to crawl into the bed with her. She moved over and I laid down next to her.

"I'm going to get help." she said.

"You will." I said.

She put her head on my chest as I hugged her tightly. I looked down at her, her eyes were closed again. She had fallen asleep. I guess it was due to all of the other drugs and fluids that were put into her.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I kissed her head "you're going to get through this, we both are."