The Jordan heat was almost unbearable and wearing a stilsuit didn't help at all. Between takes everyone was encouraged to drink plenty of water and sit in the shade. Denis made sure everyone was taaking breaks and staying in the shade.
Timothee spent the majority of his breaks sipping water and talking with Denis and his father who had flown out to Jordan to watch Timothee shoot his scenes for Dune 2. You had flown out with his dad and stayed at a apartment with Timothee while he filmed.
On this hot day. You had stayed back at the cool apartment after getting groceries from a local market. You decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing until Timothee and his dad returned.
Halfway through the filming day.
Timothee started feeling lightheaded and being in a heavy and uncomfortable still suit didn’t help.
He couldn’t really focus enough to say his lines. His entire body felt like it was on fire.
He stumbled through the sand back towards the resting area. Zendaya followed him worried.
Denis looked at the rest of the cast and crew and called them out to take a break. Seeing that Timothee really needed one. Everyone else probably did too.
“Papa I don’t feel good.” Timothee said as he went to sit by his dad.
“donne-lui de l'eau, donne-lui de l'eau!”
Denis called to the crew noticing how sweaty and pale Timothee seemed.
Timothee’s Dad placed his hat on his head as they sat together under the tent set up with a fan and coolers full of cold drinks. Tim’s Dad grabbed one water bottle opened it and handed it to Timothee.
“tu dois boire de l'eau.” His dad said.
Timothee took it and drank it eagerly as if he’d never get water again.
Zendaya grabbed her own bottle of water and sat next to Timothee. She reached up to touch his forehead.
“You’re burning bad Timmy. We need to cool you down.” Zendaya said worriedly.
Timothee’s Dad got up to get a rag and put it in the cooler of ice as well as towels.
Zendaya grabbed an already cold wash cloth from one of the other coolers to wipe Timothee’s face.
Timothee groaned and coughed harshly
“You’ll be ok Timmy.” Zendaya said.
Timothee: nodded and took a deep breath. Being in front of the fans was nice but to his body it wasn’t enough.
Timothee swallowed hard suddenly feeling nauseous.
“êtes-vous ok?” He heard Denis call in French.
Timothee’s head was swimming. He could barely focus on anything.
Denis sounded so far away. He got up and walked a few steps away to take a deep breath and try to calm down. His stomach started swirling around and his nausea increased tenfold.
He started to gag and the next thing he knew he was vomiting into the sand. He felt the hands of his father on his back.
He could feel everyone’s panic but couldn’t hear anything. He could barely make out his dad and Denis’s frantic french.
The next thing you know you’re getting a call from Denis and he’s panicking as he explains that Timothee had vomited and collapsed during a film break.
“He’s at the hospital Y/N he’s not feeling well. He’s asleep now but he was asking for you as soon as he woke up when he got to the hospital. His dad is with him now.”
“I’ll be right there!” Don’t worry just make sure he’s comfortable ok?”
“Ok see you soon.” Denis said before you hung up and rushed to the hospital.
You found him curled up in a hospital bed covered in cooled blankets and ice packs.
You greet Timothee’s father and he reassures you he’ll be ok.
“The doctor said he’ll be ok. He’s getting fluids and rest now.”
You nod and look over to Timothee asleep yet shivering from the cold blankets and Ice packs.
You head over and sit next to him stroking his sweat soaked curls.
“Oh my darling boy.” You mutter softly as you stroke his curls.
When he wakes up and sees you he whimpers and begins to cry.
“Oh honey I’m here my dear.” You coo and kiss his nose.
“Don’t feel good. Cold.” He said weakly.
“You overheated and we need to cool down. You’ll be alright.”
His dad nods and moves closer to his beside.
“Je ne me sens pas bien papa.” Timothee whimpered.
“c'est bon Timothée, tout ira bien.” His father said trying to reassure his anxious son.
Timothee continued to cry feeling anxious and so sick. Soon he’s vomiting again and the doctors mention he could have sunstroke which is causing the vomiting spells.
You play with his curls with one hand and brush away his tears with the other. Despite the meds he’s being given intravenously. He’s still feeling really sick.
As the day progressed the med dosages are increased he finally starts to improve.
Soon the doctors give him the ok to be released and send you home with anti nausea medication and a few other medications to help him feel better.
Once back at the rented apartment you help Timothee with the bathroom. (He has the runs from the medicine.) then you help him get comfy in bed and give him water.
“We’ll be on a filming break until you feel 100% ok? Denis freaked and told me we’ll let you rest ok?” You tell him.
Timothee nods exhausted from the day. He headbutts you wanting cuddles.
Timothee’s dad ruffles his curls and scolds him for head butting you.
“mon cher garçon, ne fais pas ça.”
“It’s ok Marc he just wants cuddles is all.” You say.
Marc chuckles “he could have asked.”
“Leave the poor man be.” You say.
You crawl into bed next to Timothee and he moves closer to be held. His dad fetches him more water and hands you another blanket before heading to his room.
Timothee nuzzles you and headbutts you again.
“Hey! Your dad is right you know. Sometimes that head of yours hurts when you shove me.
He does it again and kisses you.
“Love you too. Please rest.”
