Shawn Mendes Imagines

Malaria p1

Bit serious but I liked the idea x

Your POV

"Shawn wake up!" I throw a pillow at him and he groans.

"Y/N its 8am!"

"Yeah but it's our last day here and I want to enjoy it!" I drag his shirtless body out of bed and he retaliated by laying on top of me on the floor. We had come to Jamaica to record Shawn's album.

"Shawn get off me I can't breathe!"

"No. You woke me up so I'm going to sleep here." He eventually gets up and we instantly go to the beach, and I notice a few mosquito bites on his cheek, one of them had turned pink.

"Let me put some cream on that bite honey." I get some anti septic cream and rub it over his cheek.

"It stings!"

"Its not my fault that the mosquitos love you!" We run into the sea and kiss for a bit, and I push Shawn into the water.

"I'm gonna get you back!" He picks me up and throws me into the sea like a ball.

"Shawn! You idiot!" I scream in laughter as I fall.

"Told ya!"

A few weeks later, I was taking care of Shawn because he wasn't feeling well. He was shaking so I put a blanket over him, tucking him in.

He was groaning in pain, head tucked into his pillow.

"Hey... let me check your temperature." I put the thermometer into his ear. 104. "Shawn baby I need you to sit up for me."

"My stomach hurts!" He cries, and then points to his mouth. I'm only just able to grab the bin for him to throw up in.

"Stand up for me yeah." I put my arms around his waist to support him up. "Small steps yeah." I'm only able to get him into the living room before he collapses.

"I... I can't Y/N it hurts." He curls up into a ball, shaking. I get a blanket and wrap him up in it.

We were at Shawn's parents' house and Aaliyah was home. I ask her to call an ambulance, as Shawn was so weak.

"Y/N don't leave me..." he sobs into the blanket. I was going to get him some water.

"Liyah get a glass of water!" I shout as I let Shawn lean on me, his arms around my waist.

"Deep breaths honey." I whisper in his ear, trying to calm him down. The ambulance arrives and they put some gas and air on him, because he was in so much pain.

"Right Shawn... we are going to take you to hospital to do some more tests. Have you returned from abroad recently?" The paramedic asks as he lifts Shawn into the stretcher.

"We came back from Jamaica two weeks ago." I explain, going into the ambulance with Shawn, who was looking at me, eyes filled with terror. "You're gonna be fine." I kiss his forehead, calming him.

When we arrive at the hospital, Shawn was taken into a private room, and they hooked him up to an IV drip.

"I just need to do a quick blood test darling." The nurse tells Shawn, looking for a vein. "Small pinch." She takes two bottles of blood and leaves us alone.

"How are you hun?" I move some hair out of Shawn's face.

"My head hurts Y/N." I lift his head into my lap, and begin massaging his head, ruffling his hair every so often.

"Hold on for a little longer darling." I plant a kiss on his forehead just as a doctor comes in.

"Hi Shawn, I'm Doctor Collingwood. I have ran some tests and we know why you're sick. Shawn you have malaria."

"W... what? How can you treat this?" Shawn was too weak to speak, so I ask for him.

"Some injections for a few days, then the rest as tablets. He will need to stay here for three days then he can go home. We can give him some codeine for the pain. Shawn you need to drink plenty of fluids and the IV will keep him hydrated."

"Thank you." I say. I put his head onto the pillow. He was shivering so I cover him up with another blanket.

"It hurts Y/N... my body hurts."

"I'll give you a massage sweetie." I take my hands under the blanket and begin massaging his back, working my way up and down his bare back. "Are you tired?"

"Yeah... ow my head hurts so bad!" He digs his head into the pillow. "Y/N hold me please!" I could tell he was in agony, so I lay next to him. He is laying on his tummy and I sit up in bed with my legs flat (ygm right) and he moves his head into the crook of my neck. I begin to play with his hair to ease his pain.

"Get yourself to sleep my darling. I'll be right here." I bend down and kiss his forehead, calming him.

Shawn falls asleep after a few minutes, curled up in a ball, head on my shoulder. I lean down and kiss his head through his hair.

"Y/N..." I feel Shawn lightly tap my shoulder.

"Yeah darling."

"I... I'm gonna be sick..." he points to his face and I jump out of bed and get him a sick bucket and he throws up, clutching his stomach. He leans his head back and his eyes close.

"Shawn..." I shake his shoulders. "SHAWN!"

Part 2 coming soon!!