Shawn Mendes Imagines

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I hear Shawn moan as he wakes up.

"Morning sweetie pie." I stroke his cheek to comfort him. "Don't try to speak, you've got a...tube...down your throat." I smile at him as a doctor comes in.

"We've tested his urine and the alcohol is out of his system. He has a concussion and some bruised ribs from his fall and will be tired for a few days." He explains. "We need to take the pipe out of his throat. It'll feel a bit uncomfortable as we remove it."

"Shawn I'm right here." I say in his ear.

"Keep still." I could tell he was struggling. I pin him down with all my strength as tears fall from his eyes.

"And that's done."

"You did well hun." I lean down and kiss his cheek.

"C...can I go?" He stutters, throat sore from not speaking for a day.

"You're free to go."

"Come on Shawn." I help him to his feet and then take him to the car. I buckle him in and drive him home.

"W...when we get home" Shawn pauses for a few moments before continuing. "can we talk?"

"That's okay." I pat his thigh and continue to drive home.

When we arrive, I help Shawn lay down on the sofa as his ribs were hurting from his fall.

"Are you warm enough?" I felt his face and he was a bit cold so I bring the duvet from his bedroom and cover him up.

I then get him some water and a hot water bottle for his pain.

"Right lets talk. What did you want to tell me?"

"Just...I haven't been feeling like myself recently."

"In what way?" I get closer to him.

"I've been on edge these few weeks. Like I...since that night I've felt this overwhelming sadness and I can't control it." He rests his head on my shoulder.

"Its okay and I'm happy that you spoke to me. Don't keep it inside. If you ever feel down or hopeless just tell me or your mum or dad or anyone you trust sweetie." I run my fingers through his curls and his arm goes around my waist.

"Thanks Y/N." he digs his head into my chest, and we sit in a comfortable silence for a while before falling asleep.