-Timothée Chalamet
Y/n fumbled with her keys as she opened the locked front door of her house. She pushed the door open and shut it behind her as she grabbed her keys back.
Only a few feet into the apartment she began to hear distant voices. She stopped in her tracks as she scrunched her eyebrows, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.
Timothée had told her the previous day he would be at a meeting when she got back. So she knew it wouldn't have been him talking to someone on the phone. Neither were they expecting visitors, which made her question the noise hesitantly further.
She brushed it off as she began to hear what sounded like the tv in the bedroom. "Of course he did" y/n mumbled to herself as she assumed Timothée had forgotten to turn of the tv like he occasionally did.
As she walked into the bedroom she was met With Timothée still lying down in the same spot she'd left him this morning. Her senses filled with concern as she began to notice the room being hotter than usual. Still mainly thrown off by Timothée still lying down, obviously not attending the meeting he'd been talking about for a while.
As she walked closer towards him, she noticed the small trash can placed by the side of his bed. His head shot up slowly as he realized she had walked into the bedroom. Y/n now realizing that he was sick.
Timothée looked at her with relieved eyes. It comforted him to know she would be their to help him get better and distract him from thinking about how ill he felt.
"Hey Baby" Timothee greeted her in a croaky tone, almost exactly like he had a sore throat. He gave her a weaker smile than usual and didn't bother to give any sort of physical contact with her. Something he limited whenever he was sick as he didn't want her to end up with whatever he had.
"What's going on babe" y/n asked in a concerned tone as she made her way over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She turned over to get a better view of his face, watching as he turned to lay on his shoulder so he could get a better view of her.
"I'm pretty sure I have the flu" his voice sounding hopeless and disappointed. Y/n knew there was nothing more he hated than getting sick, not only because he felt physically drained but because he felt worthless from not being able to do anything.
She gave him a frown and reached over to feel his head, almost instantly feeling the unusual warmth his skin gave off.
"Well your hot" she noted as she pushed a few short strands of hair away from his forehead. He nodded in agreement "thank you,so are you" he joked. She smiled at how he still managed to make her laugh at his stupid jokes while he was sick.
"Hahah. I'll give you that one but only because your sick" she spoke back as he smiled slightly.
"Why didn't you call me and tell me you weren't feeling good? I could've come home earlier" she questioned, feeling guilty that he had probably felt like that when she was at work for so long.
He coughed slightly before responding "because I'm fine" he said as he attempted to sit up in bed. Not wanting her to be more concerned than she was.
"No your not T, and that's okay" she responded as she watched him struggle to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed.
"Did you take anything" she asked referring to any medicine they had at home he could have taken to reduce his symptoms.
"No" he stated as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes barely able to open fully from how exhausted he was.
"Did you call the Doctor" she continued questioning him, knowing he was probably going to get agitated at how many questions she was going to ask.
"No" he responded slowly losing his patience. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to a doctor on the phone.
"Why not? Where's the card that had your Clinic's number so I can call" y/n offered, probably sounding a bit demanding but she only meant well by it.
"I could honestly care less. You're starting to sound like my mom" he admitted, getting frustrated at what seemed like pointless questions. The massive headache prevented him from thinking clearly and having his usual amount of patience.
"Sorry, you know I only ask because I care." she explained as she gave him a sympathetic look.
"I know" he responded, knowing he didn't mean to be rude towards her either.
"I'm gonna go get you medicine from the pharmacy, need anything else?" she asked as he continued looking up at the ceiling wondering when he'd feel better.
"No" he responded stubbornly, not wanting her to drive around getting things for him. He really just wanted her to lie next to him.
Y/n rubbed Timothée's arm slightly before getting up and preparing to walk out and give him space. Only she was stopped as his arm wrapped gently around her wrist.
"Y/n" he said in a questionable tone, almost like he needed something from her. "Yes" she questioned back in the same tone as she turned around to face him again.
"Love you" he responded, giving her the best sick smile he could have possibly given. She chucked slightly and smiled back "love you more"
Skip trip to store
The front door opened causing Timothée to wake up from his short nap. The sound of bags rustling and footsteps throughout the kitchen echoed throughout the house.
Timothée sighed in relief knowing y/n was back. He hated when anyone had to take care of him, he would have rather been taking care of someone else. Then again he was also grateful that y/n wasn't the one feeling as sick as he was.
He slowly sat up again, the feeling of nausea immediately hitting him but he slowly managed to push it away. He swung his feet off to the side of the bed and stood up. At this point he could t tell if he was getting better or just more tolerable to the state he had been in all day long.
It only took a few seconds before he managed to walk himself out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
Y/n seemed to be too preoccupied opening and reading the label of the medicine to notice Timothée had gotten out of bed.
"Wow, you really do love me" he said as he noticed the different things she'd gotten him set out on the counter. Tissues, medicine, soup, his favorite drinks that wouldn't mess with his stomach. Little things but to him they showed so much more compassion than the bigger things.
Y/n looked away from reading the medicine label to see him scavenging through the bags. His curiosity level seemed higher than usual. There was only so much entertainment he could get from laying in bed all day.
"Timothée go lay down" she scolded him as she attempted to open the new medicine bottle. The lid being a lot harder to open than she was used to.
"Looks like you need some help" he remarked as he leaned against the counter. Letting out a small chuckle as he continued to watch her try and open it, now wrapping a towel around the bottle to better her grip.
He walked away from leaning on the counter and put his hand out towards y/n to give him the bottle.
She sighed knowing she was just as stubborn as he was. She handed him the bottle as she rolled her eyes at how easily he managed to open the bottle.
"It was a child proof cap babe" he said as he handed it back to her. A smug look on his face knowing he'd won.
"Maybe they should make a new one because obviously you were able to open it. Definitely not child proof" she shot back at him giving him a wink.
"At least I could open it" he said as he laughed at her joke.
"Anything else I can help you with" he offered.
She shook her head as she continued to measure out his proper dose of medicine. "Yeah you could go lay down" she answered.
He sighed knowing that was the last thing he wanted to do "It's boring in there. All I've done all day is lay down" he defended himself, not wanting to be in the same spot for another minute longer.
"I know but you need to rest T" she said fighting back for his well being.
He crossed his arms "Only if you come watch Narcos with me" he proposed as he walked closer towards her.
She chuckled as his lousy attempt to get her to cuddle with him "okay take this" she said as she handed him his medicine.
Timothée took it from her hand, swallowing it quicker than she thought. Only a few seconds later he began making faces at how bitter the medicine tasted. "That's gross" he said as he looked around for something to drink.
Y/n quickly handed him a water bottle which he didn't hesitate to drink.
He set the water down on the table and looked back at y/n who had a humorous look on her face. "What?" He questioned wondering what amused her so much.
"Not child proof either huh" she joked again cashing him to smirk as he rolled his eyes.
"Can we watch Narcos now?" He questioned causing her to laugh.