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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
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I went to the ER yesterday because I was having chest pains and extremely severe lower back pain that was affecting my ability to walk. I have a pre-existing spinal cord injury and I aggravated it during a seizure Monday, but I kept going about my normal activities until I picked up my daughter and felt like I was being shot in the spine and that my legs and feet were being pelted with broken glass.
My heart rate was extremely erratic and low and the nurse was running in concerned every few minutes because of the alarms going off. He said that my pre-existing bradycardia and arrhythmia didn't explain what was happened and that he would tell the doctor.
The doctor eventually came in, didn't acknowledge my chest pain and shoved his finger in my pre-existing spinal cord injury, causing me to collapse forward screaming and sobbing. My partner said that my entire back flushed bright red when this happened and he had to answer questions for me for the rest of the time the doctor was there.
The doctor sent me home with no imaging, no pain relief, nothing but the statement "I'm not giving you narcotics." I expressed my frustration and that I was more worried about walking than I was the pain, and they understood but by that point I didn't want to wait for a different doctor who would listen to me and the nurses. I wanted to go home.
And I realized when I woke up this morning that I strained myself so much trying to move that I ended up causing a hernia in my abdomen again. I already knew that my umbilical hernia repair was coming undone over the past few months but now I have a spot under my left rib cage that bulges out and hurts whenever I cough or move.
Also I checked my blood work today after everything. High white blood cells. High platelets. Low MPV. Extreme bradycardia. Irregular and erratic heart rate between 30 and 45 bpm with spikes up to 110 bpm when he touched my back. All of that, plus the fact that my body flushed with the pain, are proof that this is a physical problem that my body is trying to fight and react to. I just wish physicians would listen rather than assume I'm drug seeking.
Edit to clarify: most of the nurses were listening to me and advocating for me but the physician wouldn't listen so there was nothing they could really do but remind me that I could come back if it got worse and help me get a wheelchair out. It freaking sucked. Also, it's now the next day and I can kinda shuffle short distances without help but even walking short distances with my cane is hell. I also realized that I now have a lot of abdominal pain and I think I have a new hernia from straining to move.
I have a doctor's appointment in a few days.
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Emergency Rooms and Accessibility
It baffles me how little the average doctor/nurse knows about migraines. I referred to the ER by a doctor, and I explained to the people in the ER that I needed a quiet space to wait because I was having a migraine. I said that even a utility closet would work. They asked me to rate my pain from 1-10 (if you've had migraines, this idea is kind of ridiculous, it would be like if I asked you to rate the pain of your wound to determine if I should start rubbing salt in it). I was ignored by one nurse, and the other nurse told me I had to sit down. I was in no position to argue, so I ran out of the room crying and curled up in a quiet corner outside.
Security guards came to get me, not because I was ready to be seen, but because I had an appointment. I explained I had the migraines (I was having a panic attack at this point), but they didn't seem to want to listen. I explained that I could wait in a utility closet, the bathroom, or they could even give me earplugs (apparently this hospital had no earplugs), or I could wait outside and they could come get me when that's needed.
They only listened when I said that I "have a disibillty, is there any way I could have accommodations." I guess that didn't matter before, I had said I had chronic migraines, but apparently pain only matters if i'm able to articulate that the pain is due to a disability. Even then, I was given a half solution, they offered me a quiet room but quickly had to move me out, and got a wheelchair and wheeled me out to the hallway right beside the waiting room, which had an open door
Doctors and nurses take a vow to do no harm, but clearly ensuring that the wheels of their Dromocratic bureaucracy matters more than that oath. If accommodating someones pain in a small way interferes with ones role, or the order of operations, then doing harm is okay, apparently.
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