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Summary: Timothée Chalamet x female reader. Timothée gets a call that you were in an accident. Happy ending!
C/W: car accident, injury (not too graphic), hospital setting, pregnancy
A/N: not my best work, but I've been sitting on this for weeks and finally made enough progress that I was comfortable posting.
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"Your wife has been in a car accident. She is stable but unconscious."
The words kept running through his head as he drove like a maniac to the hospital. Barely keeping it together, he ran up to the emergency room registration desk.
"I got a call. My wife is here. She was in an accident. What room is she in?" he stuttered through panting breaths.
"What is her name?" the receptionist responded calmly.
"[Y/N] Chalamet."
"She's in room 302 in the trauma wing."
The blood drained from his face as the word "trauma" sank in. With the help of some staff, he finally found your room. He froze as soon as the door opened. You had a huge cut on your forehead and a c-collar around your neck. You were hooked up to IV fluids in one arm, and a blood pressure cuff surrounded the other. Aside from the beeping of the monitor, your room was silent.
As he closed in on your bed, he saw more damage. There were airbag burns on both of your wrists. One of your legs was uncovered to allow the deep gash on your left shin a chance to breathe. He gently took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. "Oh, [y/n]." That's all he could muster before breaking down into a puddle of tears.
After a few minutes, he heard the door open and looked up. The nurse came in to check your IV. "Oh good, I'm glad someone could get here quickly to be with her. Are you Timothée?" she asked.
"Yes. Can you tell me how she is doing? She's so...still."
"Sure." She pulled up your chart on the computer. "She was brought in about an hour ago. The police said a drunk driver ran a red light and t-boned the passenger side. EMTs said she was unconscious at the scene."
Timothée shuddered and placed his hand over his mouth.
"Her EEG showed normal neural activity, and her pupils were reactive, so no signs of a brain bleed. The doctor ordered x-rays of her neck and leg and CT scan of her chest, but since she's pregnant, we will take precautions to shield..."
"Wait, what did you say?"
"She's...oh, you didn't know. Oh my. We had to run bloodwork, which includes an HCG test. Her levels were indicative of early pregnancy. We did an ultrasound of her abdomen when she first got here to check for internal bleeding. The baby seemed unharmed. It is very early but there was a strong heartbeat. We printed this." She handed Timothée a black and white picture on slick paper.
"A baby?" was all he could mutter as he looked back at you. "How long will it take for her to wake up?"
"It could be any minute now, or it could take hours. Sometimes, the brain just needs to rest." She squeezed Timothée's arm reassuringly. "I'll be back once it's time to take her to CT. If you need anything, the nurse's station is just across the hall."
Once the door closed behind the nurse, Timothée looked down at the small picture in his hand. There was an arrow pointing from the word "baby" to a dark, bean shaped spot inside of a larger gray oval. The two of you had decided last year to start trying to get pregnant, or at least not prevent it. And to think he could have lost both of you in the blink of an eye before he even knew. Likely before you even knew. You were terrible at keeping secrets, especially one that big.
"Please wake up, my love." He clasped your hand between both of his and leaned his forehead against them. Silent sobs wracked his body. After a few minutes, he felt your hand twitch. He shot up from his slouched position to stare at your face. Your eyelids twitched as you slowly regained consciousness.
"What's go- Timmy?" you asked groggily.
"Hey," he grinned and loosened one hand to smooth your hair down. "[sniffle] hey there, love, I'm here. I'm here." You looked at his teary eyes and red, puffy face in confusion.
"What happened? Why am I-?" You started to move to sit up, but soreness and the c-collar kept you from doing much. You looked down at the IV in your arm and back up at him, frightened and disoriented.
"Hey, shh. Don't move around too much. You were in an accident. A drunk driver ran a red light. They need to do some more scans just to be sure, but so far everything shows you're going to be alright. Probably sore for a bit, but nothing broken or bleeding."
You leaned your head back against the pillow to look at the ceiling and take it all in. After a few moments of silence, you said, "I'm guessing my car is totaled." You loved your little red sports car. It was your first big "adult" purchase after you graduated from college years ago.
"Probably. I came straight here, so I haven't seen it. But...," Timothée paused. "Maybe this time we should look for one with four doors?"
You pulled your head back up to shoot him a puzzled look. He smiled and handed you the ultrasound printout.
"An ultrasound? Is- is this mine?!" you squeaked.
"You know I can't keep a secret to save my life," you replied with a laugh. "We're going to have a baby?!" Then you felt yourself go pale, remembering what brought you here in the first place. You placed your hand on your stomach. "Is it okay?"
He laughed and cried simultaneously. "I guess that answers whether or not you knew."
"The nurse said there was a strong heartbeat." Timothée placed his hand over yours. "We're going to have a baby, [y/n]." He nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "I'm so glad you both are alright."
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Bonus chapter
Masterlist
What Did We Get Stuck In Our Rectums This Year?
Barry Petchesky
As in past years, the Sun Sentinel has created a searchable database of emergency room visits around the country. And as in past years, we have trolled the data for the finest examples of insertions showcasing extraordinarily bad luck and/or ingenuity.
Sorted by orifice, working south:
Ear: KEY BUTTON HOT WAX PLASTIC DART PIECE OF PAPER "TOOTHPICK AND THEN HAIRPIN" WOOD SCREWDRIVER PLASTIC DRINKING STRAW ERASER FLY RUBBER BAND KNIFE
Nose: DIXIE CUP HAIR BARRETT "TWO KITCHEN MAGNETS IN EACH NOSTRIL" COLORING PENCIL NICKEL WAD OF TOILET TISSUE MARDI GRAS BEAD SMALL TOY PIECE OF PLASTIC HANGER PICK-UP STICK "BB PELLETS WHILE TRYING A MAGIC TRICK" SCREW STICKER CRUCIFIX BATTERY TOY DIAMOND "A PENNY OR POPCORN IN NOSE, SEEMS BOTHERED"
Throat: LEMON SEED MAXI PAD CHECKER THIMBLE THUMBTACK BUTTERFLY PLASTIC TOY GUN STAPLE KEYCHAIN RING NAIL MODEL TOY AIRPLANE
Penis: SPOON PLASTIC ZIP TIE FORKS ORNAMENT "PIECE OF TIMBER" PEN SODA CAN POP TOP
Vagina: BEDPOST "WAS DARED TO PUT A COSMETICS BOTTLE IN VAGINA" TOY MICROPHONE STAND SPOON "COCK RING THAT BECAME DISLODGED" METAL BAR 2 SPONGES PIECE OF BASKETBALL SHORTS SEWING NEEDLES "PATIENT STATES SHE SLIPPED & FELL ONTO A TOY TRUCK WHILE CLEANING" HAIRSPRAY CAP TUB STOPPER "12YOF GOING THROUGH MOM'S DRAWER, FOUND PENIS SHAPED 'PLEASURE ITEM,' EXPERIMENTING PUTTING IN HER VAGINA, COULDN'T GET OUT"
Rectum: FRENCH BREAD HAND WRENCH CIGARETTE LIGHTER CRAYON "STUCK TOY IN RECTUM AND BROKE OFF, SAW MOM INSERT TAMPON AND MIMICKED" VIAL OF BATH SALTS ARTIFICIAL CHRISTMAS TREE BRANCH DRUM STICK VINEGAR BOTTLE LOTION BOTTLE MOUTHWASH BOTTLE SHAMPOO BOTTLE BABY BOTTLE "LOOFA W/SUCTION CUP W/HOOK ATTACHED"