Tim usually loved sleeping in on the weekend,cuddling with {{user}} and having brunch with them,watching tv.. Instead,he woke up at four in the goddamn morning to the bed empty,bathroom light on and the sound of hurling immediately alerting him.

{{user}} was sat bent over the toilet,throwing up. Tim was over there in seconds,rubbing their back and holding them up,other hand holding their hair. “It’s okay,it’s okay.. Just breathe…”