Shawn Mendes Imagines

Hockey Injury

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Dani's POV

I'm watching Shawn play hockey with his old school team.

"Go on Shawn!" I yell, and Shawn smiles at me as he scores a point for his team.

But then something bad happens.

I see someone fall. At first I'm not too aware of the situation as I don't know who it is.

8. The number 8.

It was Shawn.

I run down to the ice rink, not caring that it might be slippy. Shawn fell right near the entrance so I was able to get to him without much trouble.

"Let me through." I push past everyone and get to Shawn. It was bad. Blood was pouring out of his head - the impact forced his helmet off and he had a cut on his forehead. There was also some blood visible on his jersey, and his leg looked broken. He was concious, but barely.

"D...dani" he whimpers, blood coming from his nose.

"Shawn its okay. Hold on okay. Help is coming." I reach out for his hand as the paramedics come over, lifting him onto a stretcher.

We ride together to the hospital as Shawn is taken into a theatre as they were going to do a small surgery to check for internal bleeding. He would be in hospital for at least a week.

Around an hour later the surgeon comes to speak to me as Shawn's family were on holiday and would be flying back tomorrow.

"Shawn has three broken ribs, a broken leg, cracked collarbone and a concusion. Luckily there's no internal bleeding." There's relief inside me but he was still badly injured. "The surgery we did has a recovery time of six weeks but his injuries will take up to three months to heal. He will be given regular doses of morphine for the pain." He shows me to Shawn's room.

He is sleeping, with bandages around his leg and ribs, and a sling on his arm and plasters all over him, one noticible one on his forehead. There's a huge bruise under his right eye. I sit at his bedside and reach out for his hand. 

"Hey" he says to me as he wakes up. I can see he's hiding the pain.

"Hey hunny. How are you?" I brush his hair out of his face.

"Sick..." I knew what he meant - I pass him the sick bucket and he throws up.

"Its the morphine. It'll make you sick." I tell him.

"I don't want it" tears fall from his eyes.

"Shawn you're gonna be in a shit tonne of pain. You need to take it okay." I kiss his cheek comfortingly.

"Can you lie with me?" He asks, pain evident in his voice.

"I don't want to hurt you darling. But I'm right here. Try to get some sleep baby." I stay at his bedside and hear the beeping sounds of the machines around him. The nurse comes in and injects some morphine into his IV whilst Shawn was sleeping. I lean over to admire his bruised, yet beautiful face, when he wakes up pointing to his mouth. I get the sick bucket and he heaves up.

"I think you should eat something." I suggest. The nurse left a sandwich and some water at his bedside earlier and Shawn eats it. "Go back to sleep hunny. I'll be right here. How's the pain?"

"Bad...just everything hurts" tears brim in his eyes.

"Calm yourself down honey. Just get yourself to sleep." I plant a kiss under his bruised cheek as he falls asleep.

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