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In Sickness And In Health | Shawn Mendes

Summary: New relationships are great, it's all romance and grand gestures of love and affection. But eventually that honeymoon phase of a relationship ends and you enter a deeper level of love for a person in ways you least expect. Including when they get sick on you and you don't even freak out. [Non au] [getting sick?]

Word Count: 1k

|Masterlist In Bio|

You would do anything for Shawn. Three years, three solid years with maybe no more than an accumulated four months of time apart really takes a relationship both professionally and personally, to another level. After a year into working for Shawn's crew as a stage hand and assistant, the two of you started dating. It was funny how it happened. The two of you had gone out without the rest of the team several times before someone actually had to point out that it looked like you were going on dates. It was then the two of you sat down and had a real discussion about what you were to each other. That discussion lead to deciding to pursue things beyond just being friends and entering a relationship that was just like a dream.

Three years and you thought you had seen it all with Shawn. The goofiness, the anxiety, the love, the accolades and the stress. You've seen him at his best, absolutely glowing, and you've seen him at his worst, wanting to call it quits in every aspect of his life. The two of you have been together so long now you are entering the end of the 'honeymoon phase' and becoming accustomed to each other in ways you never thought you would be comfortable sharing with someone. It's now, after the following events, that you know you truly love him.

It's a Friday night and Shawn has just gotten off stage for an outfit change. You're in the alcove under the stage where he will strip off his vest and sleeveless button up and change into his black tank top. You've done this a hundred times at least. It should go off without a hitch. It should.

"Pass me the towel." Shawn says as he tosses his soaked shirt aside.

You grab the towel off a nearby drum case and as you turn around, he just...throws up. All down your shirt. You freeze, disgusted and alarmed. It's horrible. The worst possible thing you could imagine. "Ohmygodwhatthefuck?!"

"I'm so sorry." Shawn blurts, stumbling back a bit. "Ohmygod I'm so so sorry."

"I-I..." You're just stunned silent as disgusting sick runs down the front of you. You can't move, can't speak, can't even process what the hell just happened.

"Honey, hold on," Shawn turns and yells for one of the crew to come help.

"You have to go back out there." You mutter, looking at him and he looks at you like you're crazy. The yuck on your shirt didn't matter. The show mattered, Shawn mattered. "Are you okay? Are you okay to go on stage?"

"I'm fine. Let me just-"

"Go, rinse your mouth and go."

"I can't just go back and leave you like this! I just puked on you!"

You close your eyes and try not to breathe too deep. "Shawn. Leave me. I can take care of it. The band can only stall for so long."

Nick, one of the stage crew shows up and looks at the two of you, really taking in the scene before him. "Holy shit. What the f-"

"Shawn go!"

Shawn grabs a bottle of water and walks back out on stage. You can hear him briefly apologizing and chalking it up to technical difficulties. Smooth.

"Nick, can you please get me a shirt from the merch tables and a pair of sweatpants." You force yourself to remain calm, to not think too hard about the substance on your shirt.

"Y-yeah." Nick turns and jogs off.

Fifteen minutes later and you are cleaned up, your clothes are in a trashcan backstage and the alcove has been wiped up with disinfectant wipes. Honestly you feel like you should be more disgusted by the whole situation but after the initial shock of it happening, you are more concerned about Shawn. Why had he puked? Why didn't he say he felt bad? Why was he pushing himself so hard if he knew he felt ill?

The second Shawn runs off stage, pulling out his in-ears and taking off the power box from his belt, you're there. He looks around for only a second before he sees you heading toward him in the dark backstage makeshift hallway.

"I'm so so sorry." He grabs your shoulders. "I have no idea what happened. One second I was fine and the next I just lost it and...oh God I'm so sorry."

"Shawn, it's fine." You shake your head. "Shit happens, I'm washable. The real question is are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I feel fine. I think I was overheated. The arena is really hot tonight and I don't think I was drinking enough." He lifts your shirt away from your chest a bit as he realizes it's not the one you were wearing earlier. "You had to change everything?"

"Yeah." You look down at the rose tee shirt and the tour date sweatpants. "I tossed my other clothes." You laugh softly. "I can't say I've ever experienced something like that and I had college friends who drank excessively at parties."

Shawn groans. "I feel so horrible."

You lay your hand on his cheek and he's clammy from sweating. "Don't. I'm sure you'll get sick on me again at some point, it's part of life. We've been together for three years, I'm surprised you haven't been sick like this before now."

"I'm not sick though."

"You know what I mean."

"You're really not mad at me?"

"No." You chuckle. "I'm not mad and I don't hate you, and I don't love you any less."

He looks visibly relieved. "You're sure? Because I understand if you don't wanna like keep dating me because-"

"Because you puked on me?" You laugh and he puts his hands on his hips. "Shawn, we've been through a lot worse than just some heat exhaustion. You've had to clean up far worse then some puke on my behalf. Remember the incident a few months ago? In the tour bus?"

"Yeah but that was just blood from your nose."

"And this was just the contents of your stomach. I'm in it with you for the long run bud. I'd take a bullet for you. Don't you know that?"

He gathers you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. He's sweaty and gross but you don't care, and you wrap your arms around his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, Shawn." You squeeze him tighter. "I love you too."

End

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