shawn mendes imagines

i'm here

"Shawn?" I mumbled groggily, sleep deprivation flooded in my hoarse voice. As I didn't hear an answer, I looked beside me at the dusted digital clock that came along with the motel room, flashing a faint red, 3:42. "Why are you calling me?"

"I-I need you, _____." He answered this time, sniffling which only made me full of worry.

I kept the phone pressed against my ear, sliding off the old covers and grabbing all the belongings I brought in to the room; shoes, a sweatshirt, and my car keys. "Where are you?" I asked, heading straight to the splintering door.

"I'm at the h-hospital."

My breathing hitched, like my lungs had shriveled up, denying any breath of air. I felt like I was choking. Why would he be at the hospital?

I found myself jogging to my car, regretting my choice of parking on the opposite end since I wanted to walk. At the time, I didn't care that I was running barefoot in the middle of a motel parking lot with only a dress on. I only cared for Shawn, despite that we broke up months ago. "I'm coming, Shawn. I'm coming. I'll be there."

He sniffled again, and this time, I heard a sob. "Please, hurry."

"Stay on the phone with me, okay? Talk to me, Shawn." I cooed, sliding in the old Buick of mine, immediately starting up the car.

Shawn took a deep breath. "O-Okay."

"Keep breathing, Shawn," I muttered, driving out of the parking lot as quickly as I could, making sure that most of my focus was on Shawn and the dark road. I didn't know where I was, because, lately, the only thing on my mind had been drinks. Clubs. Guys. I knew there was only one road, and the drive was 15 minutes south from the old motel, so I took my chances; taking a right turn on to the freeway. "I'll be there soon, okay?"

"O-Okay."

"Are you okay, Shawn? Are you hurt?" I rambled on. I couldn't think of any other way to approach the situation.

"I-I'm fine, b-but, my m-mom..."

"No..." I muttered under my breath, speeding up some more. My heart was beating fast, anxious to get to Shawn and help him. The car didn't move fast enough for my expectations, but I did my best to get there faster, cutting the time from 15 to 12.

"I-I don't know what to do, _____. She's in a coma." Shawn breathed out, still sobbing, and he wasn't going to stop soon.

"I'm almost there, Shawn. Breathe."

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The ride felt long, like I wasn't going to reach Shawn ever. Every second felt like a minute, and every minute felt like an hour, but I made it to the hospital even though the time felt eternally long.

I was still on the phone with Shawn as I stepped out of the car and ran toward the entrance. He seemed to calm down a bit, but the sobbing was still occasionally there. "Where are you?"

"Room 208." He muttered, and so I ran toward the 200 hallway, being stopped by one of the nurses.

"Visitors have to sign in, Miss." She remarked, and I groaned.

"You're going to let me in that hallway, okay, just this once?"

"Rules are rules, Miss."

I glared, jogging back toward the front desk, pushing my way through the people in line, leaning against the counter as I approached the worker. "Mendes." I muttered.

"And who are you?"

"Wife of the son," I lied, knowing if I had said anything else, they wouldn't let me in. "_____ Mendes."

The red haired lady nodded, handing me a sticker with my name as she typed in to the computer. "You're good to go."

I rolled my eyes, running toward the hallway once more, listening to the numerous cries as I passed through several rooms before hitting 208. Slowly, I looked in to through the door's blinds, seeing nothing but an empty room. As I looked toward my right, I saw Shawn standing in the middle of the waiting room, along with Aaliyah by Manny's side.

"Shawn?" I croaked out, a mixture of feelings between the fact that I hadn't seen Shawn in months and that the first time in a while, I had to meet up with him at a hospital.

He turned around, a wash of relief flooding over his bloodshot eyes and tear-dried cheeks. "_____." Shawn mumbled, trudging over quickly as he wrapped his arms tightly around my neck, nuzzling his face in to the crook of my neck.

"I'm here, Shawn," I whispered in to his hair, kissing his forehead softly as I rubbed his broad back with one hand, running my fingers through his hair with another. "I'm here."

"She's d-dead." He breathed out, and once again, my breathing stopped, resisting the urge to cry in front of him.

"Oh my god..." I murmured, tightening my grip around him as he begin to cry on to my bare shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Shawn."

"It's all my fault, _____."

"What do you mean, Shawn? (I swtg if someone comments a Justin bieber reference bye)"

"I was driving and I couldn't control the car because there was ice--"

"No, no, Shawn, it isn't your fault, okay? It was an accident you couldn't control."

"No, _____, it was all my fault."

I pulled away, cupping his rough cheeks with the palm of my hands, stroking away any sense of tears along his red eyes. I shook my head. "This isn't your fault, Shawn. Please, don't go blaming yourself for something you couldn't control."

"She's dead because of me, _____!"

I embraced him once more, but his arms fell at his sides. "Shh," I cooed. "This isn't your fault, okay? This isn't your fault."

"The pain...i-it hurts."

"I'm here, Shawn," I mumbled. "I'm here."

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kind of like a reverse role of 'things will get better'

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sas