shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

i remember

shawn mendes imagines
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peyton's pov

i was sleeping soundly, tired from my 12 hour shift at the hospital, when i woke to shaking beneath me. i furrowed my brows in my sleep, running my hand along the mattress i laid on. thinking the shaking was the vibration of my phone, i sat up and reached under my pillow to grab it.

when i realizied that it wasn't my phone, i decided that i was going insane.

as i went to lay back down, i turned towards my sleeping boyfriend, shawn.

my eyes glanced down to his naked torso, and i noticed that he was coated with a layer of sweat. i reached my hand out and placed it against his arm, realizing that it was him that was causing the shaking.

i nudged him gently, knowing immediatley that he was having a nightmare.

"shawn," i whispered, "shawn, wake up." he hissed through his teeth, as if he was in pain.

he flinched away from my touch, "i-i cant, fuck, it hurts."

my brows furrowed again and i let out a shaky breath, knowing that he was dreaming of the car accident that claimed the life of his father. shawn was involved, but shockingly, walked away with only few injuries. the accident was a couple months ago, and since shawn is the kind of guy that keeps his emotions to himself, he didn't really talk about it.

despite that, i knew he was having a rough time.

"baby," i hushed, "wake up, it's just a dream."

a gasp left his parted lips, and his hand grabbed at his side.

below his left rib cage was where he was sliced open in the accident from a shard of glass from the windsheild.

reaching over and turning on the bedside lamp, i slid closer to him, wanting desperately for him to wake.

"shawn," i pressed my hand to his shoulder again, this time nudging him with more force.

at this, his tired brown eyes flicked open. he sat up immediately, alarmed. inhaling sharply and erupting into a fit of coughs, he leaned over the edge of the bed in attmept to catch his breath. his hands gripped the duvet tight, his knuckles white.

"shawn-"

he cut me off with a wave of his hand, throwing the blankets off of him as he stumbled towards our en suite bathroom. when he dropped to his knees and began vomiting into the toilet, i hurried in after him and began to rub his back soothingly.

"shawn, my love," i cooed, my heart breaking at the sight of him. he retched, and when nothing came up, he slumped against the wall.

"i-it hurts," he murmured, still gripping his side.

"it was just a dream, sweet," i assured, running my fingers through his hair, "you're okay, it's over now."

he hunched over the toilet again, continuing to get sick.

i bit my lip, reaching for a cup on the sink and filling it with cold water. when he let out a shaky sigh and leaned against the wall again, i tilted the cup to his lips so he would drink. he took a sip and let his eyes flutter closed, breathing rapidly.