#timothee sickfic

[pmak2002]

“Hey babe was your food spicy?”

Your head snaps up from looking at your phone. You and Timothee had been to your favorite local NYC restaurant for your weekly date night. Then you guys had returned home to watch a movie and cuddle.

You noticed Timothee was standing in the doorway of the living room holding his stomach like it hurt. It looked a little distended too. Something was wrong.

“My food was fine? Why? You didn’t accidentally get something spicy did you?” You ask worriedly.

Timothee getting bad diarrhea from spicy food was not in your nightly plan.

He nodded and squirmed.

“Oh sweetie. What do you need?” You ask quickly getting up.

He groaned and leaned forward as a cramp ripped through him causing horrible pain and the nastiest farts you’d ever smelled in your life.

“Ok come on bathroom now.” You grab his free hand and help him to the bathroom.

You help him with his pant buttons and and as soon as he sits down he’s having horrible pain and watery diarrhea into the toilet. You turn on the bathroom fan.

"It hurts!" he whined.

“Shh I know lovey.”

You go over and place a hand on his stomach and start massaging it as he proceeds to have violent diarrhea.

Timothee grunts and pushes out rounds of slop. Clearly unwell and in a good amount of pain.

“Why didn’t you send the food back or tell me it was too spicy sweet boy?” You ask worriedly

“I didn’t want to ruin our night and…”

He’s cut off by a grunt and pushes out more watery shit into the toilet bowl.

He shudders and you grab a washcloth to wet it and wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead.

“Nughh it burns. It burns”

“Shh I know. You’ll be alright just get it out.”

You keep a hand on his back rubbing circles.

“How much did you eat?” You ask concerned.

“I ate most of it. Ohh it hurts.”

“Oh Timmy baby you shouldn’t have. Now your tummy is a mess. Poor baby.”

You continue to massage his back as he uses the bathroom.

Finally it stops and the only thing he’s dealing with is gas and pain. He’s burping and complains that it hurts and is making him nauseous.

You grab some Imodium and help him take it then help him clean up, flush away the mess and help him to the couch.

“ma chérie, je pense que c'était le pire mal de ventre que je t'ai jamais vu depuis 3 ans que nous sommes ensemble.” You say worriedly in your not so great French.

Timothee nods

“la pire crise de diarrhée douloureuse de tous les temps.” He replies in his nearly perfect French compared to your broken French.

“I’m sorry baby.”

You kiss his head. “Do you want the heating pad for your tummy?” You ask.

Normally you would never talk about stomach issues that way. But when Timothee was dealing with stomach issues saying a more grown up term went out the window.

You set up the heating pad for him. He takes it and puts it on the area where it hurts the most. He sighs with relief.

“Better?” You ask

He nods and smiles weakly.

You sit next to him and ruffle his curls. He sighs as you massage his scalp.

Despite the heating pad Timothee is still in pain and dealing with bad gas which makes him uncomfortable and squirmy.

Eventually though the heating pad helps him feel more comfortable and he soon falls asleep. Not for long though soon he’s up and back in the bathroom expelling the food that was making him so sick.

You sighed as you leaned against the closed bathroom door listening to Timothee groan and curse under his breath.

It was going to be a long night.

[pmak2002]

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

“So hot.” He whined

“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.

Then he was out.

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 Mon cher,”

“Love you too. Please rest.”

“Only if you hold me?”

You kiss him.

“Of course lovey.”