Shawn Mendes Imagines

Sick and Crying Part 2

Hey!! P2 coming right up Xxx

Aish's POV

"Pneumonia?" I question, looking over at Shawn.

"Yeah. He'll be very weak for a few weeks so we need to keep him here for longer than expected. The oxygen mask has to stay on for 24 hours and then we will but a nasal cannula." She explains, changing the IV bag which was now empty. Its now nearly midnight and I try to get Shawn to sleep by holding his exposed shoulder tightly, kissing his head after a while.

Morning comes and I wake up before Shawn - Karen wakes me.

"Hey" she whispers, being careful not to wake Shawn, yet he still wakes up, moving the oxygen mask away from his face.

"Put that back on hunny." Karen tells him and he obeys. I get out of bed to go and wash my face.  Karen takes my place in the bed and Shawn rests his head on her shoulder. Karen begins to take her hands through his hair. I then come out of the toilet and sit on the seat near Shawn and reach out for his hand. He holds it and squeezes it.

"Mummy..." he says, barely audible due to the mask. Karen plants a kiss on his head.

"I'm here" she responds.

"E...everything hurts mum..." Shawn begins to sob. Karen pulls him into her arms, and I call the nurse.

"Let's up his pain medication. He's allowed codeine which is stronger so should help." She injects the medication directly into his cannula. "Right this will make you feel a bit whoozy and sick but its just because it's stronger." She explains.

"That'll help the pain yeah." I squeeze his arm. Shawn then closes his eyes and his mother keeps him in her arms.

After an hour, Karen decides to nip out to sort a hotel out for the night. I'm left with Shawn, and he looks very sick.

"Areyou feeling any better my darling?" I put my hand on his cheek and rub my thumb against it.

"No I feel w...weak"

"Aw baby. Try to go to sleep, you need as much rest as possible. But drink some water first." I hold the glass of water to his lips and he takes a few sips. I could see it was hurting his throat to drink, but he had to get some fluids down him. The nurse then comes in with a carton of orange juice.

"This is your breakfast Shawn" she passes Shawn the juice, and then checks his temperature. "102.9°F. That's 39.4°C so it's still high but its going down. Good sign." She checks his heartbeat and blood pressure which were normal. I get the juice carton and pierce it.

"Small sips hun." I try to get him to finish drinking it.

"It hurts" he points to his throat and chest.

"I know but you need your energy." The nurse then returned.

"We can now change to a nasal cannula instead of the mask." She replaced the mask with a cannula, and it allowed me to see the fever on his face - pink cheeks, sweaty face and bloodshot eyes. I begin to take my hands through his hair as I felt bad for him.

"You look exhausted."

"I... I can't get back to sleep." I lean over and kiss his warm cheek before getting into bed with him. I help him turn towards me and he nuzzles his head into my shoulder. I put an arm around his exposed torso, which was warm to touch, and take my hands through his curls, easing him to sleep.