Shawn Mendes Imagines

Baby -2

     (Y/N POV)

Multiple doctors are in my room. I'm crying profusely as they argue. "Please hang in there baby." I whisper to myself holding my stomach.

  Shawn left right after I got admitted. I guess he couldn't handle the pressure of handling what could be the death of my baby.

  If she survives, I'm getting custody of this child. She doesn't need an abusive father figure while she's growing up.

  "Mrs. Mendes, I need to to calm down. It's not good for the baby. We need to take some test... But there is a good chance she won't make it. The impact on the fall damaged her brain. She's going to have to be treated for the rest of her life." One of the doctors tells, writing down my vitals.

  I break into tears again covering my face with my hands. She can't die. She can't.

  I shouldn't have covered for Shawn. I didn't fall. He threw a beer bottle at me. He should be arrested. I love Shawn so much it's unbearable. But the health of my baby comes first. I raised this kid in my stomach for 7 months. I can't just let her die.

"We need to sedate you. The crying is harming your baby more. This will make you fall asleep for a while while we run test. You team will try our best to make sure this baby lives." The doctor explains, injecting a needle into my I.V.

Things get blurry, my legs and arm go numb as my eyes close. Where are you Shawn.

  My eyes peel open and pain is all I feel. The doctors are all around me with knives and blood is everywhere. I try to sit up but one of the nurses pushes me down.

"What's going on?" I groggily say.

  "Your baby needs to come out now, there was a problem while you were sleeping." The nurse holding me down explains.

  "Is she going to live?!" I yell struggling out of her grip.

  "We don't know." She sighs putting a mask on me making me see black all over again.

   The doctor shakes me awake and I see the same sight. But the nurses and doctors put down their supplies and are huddled in a corner. My lips quivers as I see sympathetic faces masked on their faces and the doctor holding something.

  "Mrs. (Y/L/N), I'm sorry... but he didn't make it." The doctor says giving me my dead baby girl.

  "No! Why did she die?! Why didn't you help her?" I scream breaking into sobs.

  "I'm sorry for your loss, there's someone waiting for you."

  They file out of the room as a cradle my little girl.

   Shawn walks in. I look up; his hair disheveled and eye bags are prominent under his eyes.
 
"Baby, I'm sor-"

"Shut the hell up! You're sorry for killing our baby?! Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? To see me in pain, cause here it is!" I bark, my voice getting weaker and weaker.

  "No (Y/N), I didn't want to kill our baby. It's j-just that I got mad. I was drunk and mad. I didn't mean it." Shawn stutters going closer to my bed.

  "Don't you dare take anymore steps you monster. I never want to see you again. We are over, get out of my room. And I don't expect you to be at her funeral since you did kill her."

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