Shawn Mendes Imagines

Gym

Don't expect much, this is awful and boring.

"Shawn." No answer as I was stumbling through the gym room after the workout. Everything was spinning and I felt like I'd vomit any second. But Shawn was nowhere to find. "Shawn?" I stopped and scanned the room for him. He wasn't here. No one was here anymore. They probably all went downstairs into the other rooms. Usually that does not happen but I didn't feel very well today already. "Shawn! Please don't tell me he's downstairs." I mumbled breathlessly. I felt the numbness rise in me. As my vision got darker before it turned completely black, my legs felt weak and I fell to the ground. I tried to hold onto something but then my mind turned into an abyss of emptiness.
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Slowly I opened my eyes as I came back to consciousness and felt my body being carried, bridal style. I lifted my head up and examined my surroundings. Quickly I remembered what happened. Luckily I was out for only a few minutes. "What happened? Are you okay?" A well-known voice echoed into my ear. I turned to him, still being carried downstairs. "Shawn, I, I don't know. I didn't feel well and then I passed out but no one was here." With closed eyes I leaned my head against his arm. "Are you okay? I think you should see a doctor. I will drive you. Did yo-" "Stop. You are talking way too fast. I just haven't eaten anything today because I felt so nauseous. The workout did not make it any better." "So, you're getting sick." "No I'm not." "Yes you are. I'll go to the pharmacy and get you some stuff. We'll take the rest of the day slow and watch a movie. Okay?" Shawn cautiously set me down into the ground again. As I stumbled a little he kept his arms around me, holding me tight. Smiling at him I nodded. "Thank you." "Just tell me next time before I have to find you again, passed out and alone in a gym room." "I'm sorry." He laughed before pressing a kiss onto my forehead.
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Seriously just, what is this? I swear this is so short and awful and boooring. I'm sorry.