𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 • 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡é𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭

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Timothée Chalamet

ARMIE AND TIMOTHÉE arrived at the hospital a little later than expected. Armie couldn't help but tease the poor boy as he spent forever picking out a set of flowers before deciding to just go back and buy the first bunch he'd picked up. He simply replied with good things take time.

"Rosa Hampton?" Armie asked at the reception. He had sunglasses placed over his eyes and a hat placed on his head to attempt to hide his identity. But the receptionist knew exactly who he was. Maybe it was the broad voice of his which gave it away, or maybe it was the pale, curly haired boy slumped next to him.

"Room 478. Floor 4, second corridor, first door on your right." She replied, directing the two boys. "Window view. Great." Armie whispered to Timothée as they got inside an elevator. "She's always loved the outdoors." Timothée replied, smiling at the thought of his Rosa having an outdoor view.

They followed the women's directions, finding the room and knocking on the door. They opened it, finding Tom already sat in the chair, laughing with Rosa. Both turned towards the door, Rosas face lighting up when she saw Timothée. He couldn't help but drop the flowers and engulf her in a massive hug. She smiled against his chest, hugging him as tightly as she could- being so weak and frail.

Timothée beamed down at the girl, wanting and desiring to kiss her, just like they did on set that day. Just like he did before. Feel the warmth and electricity touch each other. Just like they did before. But he resisted, stepping back slightly but still slipping his hand into hers, giving her a small squeeze as if to say I want to but you know I can't. Or maybe even I would kiss you so hard right now but Tom is here and he's giving me a hard glare. Either way, Rosa understood.

"So what has the doctor said? Are you bloods okay?" Armie instantly asked after Timothée had finished. Rosa gulped, looking at Tom.

"I wanted to tell all three of you, four actually hit Zendaya is away so just you three, together." She smiled a little, looking up at Timothée who smiled back, her heart dropping, a tear following.

"I um, I actually have cancer."

END OF ACT ONE