timothèe chalamet imagines

Sick

I pulled the covers closer to me as I started to shiver. I was freezing, it felt like i was in the arttic even though it was close to 80 degrees outside.

I felt Timothèe pull me closer to him, my shaking must have woke him up. I nuzzled into him, grateful for his body heat.

"Are you cold?" He asked in his morning raspy voice

"Freezing" I said through my clattering teeth

"Y/n you're sweaty, do you feel alright?" He placed his palm on my forehead

"I'm just tired, I'll be fine" I said not even wanting to acknowledge the fact that I might be sick. Sick means I fall behind on a lot of shit I have to get done

"I'm gonna go get the thermometer" he said quickly before jumping out of bed and walking to the bathroom. I quickly pulled the covers back over me.

He returned a few seconds later, clicking the bottom on the thermometer before sitting down next to me

"Open" he whispered

I did and he stuck the plastic with the cool metal tip under my tongue. We waited for a few seconds before we heard the beep. He grabbed it quickly out of my mouth

"103, you're definitely sick" he sighed, moving my hair out of my face and stroking my cheek lightly

I groaned and turned around, pulling the covers even closer. He came to the other side of the bed and took his place back in bed, pulling me towards him.

"You're gonna get sick"

"I don't care" he kissed the top of my head and I nuzzled into his chest, falling back into a deep sleep
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This is so short i know but I thought it was cute.