Shawn Mendes Imagines

Valentine's Day - Part 8

Imagine:
I sit in the waiting area outside Shawn's room again. I've stayed here since yesterday and haven't left, but Nash had to go because of work. I see Manny and Aaliyah come around the corner and I rush up to her. I hug her tight. I turn to Karen and instantly cry.

"I'm so sorry Karen," I cry out. "It's my fault. None of this would've happened if I didn't leave, if I didn't-"

"Hey, don't blame yourself hun. "It's not your fault. No one saw this coming." She rubs my back until I stop crying. "How is he since we left yesterday?"

I tell her what happened, but leave out the part about Camila. The things I'd do if Camila comes running back today. I let them spend time alone with Shawn and decide to go back home to get some rest.

I walk up to the door and turn the lock, entering the cold and empty apartment. The radio is still on, playing 'Stitches' so I turn it off. I grab one of Shawn's sweaters and some leggings and take a long shower, trying to let the heat wash away all the pain and tiredness. I drag myself to bed and sleep on Shawn's side, the covers still not done properly. I shut my eyes and smell him around me, but he's not here.

Shawn's POV:
I'm surrounded by darkness, and pain, nothing but pain. From the accident, from the kiss, and the worst part, I feel Y/n's pain. Was it yesterday she came? And Nash too, I heard their voice. She was angry and arguing with someone, was it me? I don't blame her if she was shouting at me. I tried to reach out to her, but I was tied down, just in darkness, and then she disappeared away, and I felt her leave me. She hasn't come back since, and I'm worried she will leave me forever.

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I look through the open door of Shawn's room, and he seems to be asleep. His leg is in a cast and there's still a couple of wires attached to him. There's a food tray next to him on a table, so at least he's awake and recovering slightly. I walk in quietly and sit down by his side. I stroke his hair gently as his curls spread out wildly behind the bandage. I take his hand in mine, and notice the warmth in his hands as it slightly grips my hand.

"Excuse me miss, do you recognise this item at all?"

I turn around and a nurse presents a small red heart-shaped box.

"I do," I whisper.

She looks at me quite sad. "Is it yours?"

I smile and take it from her. "It's complicated."

She nods her head and leaves me alone.

I take the ring off my finger carefully and place it back neatly in the box. The diamonds sparkle in the light. I close the box shut and place it on the bedside table. I take out the rose I bought from the wrapping and lean it against the box.

I look over at Shawn, listening to his raspy breathing. I plump up his pillows a little behind his head and he coughs a little before settling into a more peaceful breathing pattern. I kiss his bandaged head and plant a quick kiss on his lips.

"I'm sorry Shawn," I whisper and leave the room crying.