Shawn Mendes Imagines

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Death is funny. Because there are so many ways to do it. You can only spell star as s-t-a-r. But you can die by anything. Falling, being shot, drinking, car crash, cancer, your own doings. And it the one thing we all do. As far as we know. Unless the people who are alive when the world all comes to an end get to stay alive forever. But who wants to live forever. People who love their life I guess. I have read The Fault In Our Stars so many times. That book holds a good meaning about dying. Unfortunately, I can't read now so I have to watch the movie.

The movie though amazing is never as good as the book.

I will constantly watch it. Like Hazel's obsession with the same book.

"Y/N." I think it is honestly sad that I can tell who it is by barely speaking.

"What Nalli?" I asked. Nalli was probably my favorite nurse. So much so I made sure she would come in here more than other ones. That deal has been partly fulfilled.

"You have a procedure today remember," She smiled.

"Oh yes. How could I forget the hopeless attempts to free me and be alive," I responded, sarcasm being one of the only things I had left, I used it to my full advantage.

"Y/N. It is more to try to let you be alive longer. It is our full hopes to cure you though. Or make it bearable," She explained. And it was true. I was dying. We have all came to that discovery. Of course they didn't want me to die though. And they would try everything to stop it. Or slow it as much as they can. The second I die, I am a failure in their books. But how they could make life bearable really made me want to laugh. Even if I was a miracle, and I am not, life would still not be bearable. I have nothing. I have no one. I couldn't survive off of Nalli. And if I wasn't sick I don't even think she would like me anyways. Everyone knows Nalli has to be nice. If she wasn't nice to a pitiful sick kid she would be a terrible person.

"Life is about to make it bearable."

"Yes it is. It is about making the pain bearable and being able to be fine with that. That pain won't go away -- she walked over to me-- but you can find happiness in it."

"Life isn't about being happy it is just about picking out who are the weak ones," I deadpanned. Nalli frowned. She replaced it with a cheeky smile though. She must of never got braces because her smile was crooked. But it was nothing less of gorgeous. I can see why she had a husband. She was such an amazing person. Too amazing to be dealing with me.

"Now maybe some sleep will change your mood," She said grabbing the bags of my IV and replacing it. The sleeping medicine. Whatever the procedure was I didn't want to know. I stopped asking. I didn't care what they did to me. They were all failed attempts anyway. But sleeping was the part I didn't like. How they forced it. But I guess it was a practice for what death would be like. I felt woozy. I didn't speak after that.

There was a boy in my room when I was rolled back in. My eyes widened. Nalli wasn't rolling me in. It was a chick by the name of April. She had curly red hair and had a southern accent like no other. I looked at this boy.

"Hi Shawn," April smiled. I glanced at April, then at this Shawn. He was sitting in the chair. I didn't know a Shawn. Even if I did I have never seen this guy in my life. He wore a vested hood, some dark jeans and Vans. He was looking at me probably with the same expression I stared at him with. Confusion.

"Who are you," I stated coldly.

"Shawn." His voice was something I was foreign to.

"I already knew that."

"Can you just beg Nalli to let me go," He asked April. I suddenly got defensive.

"How do you know Nalli!" I yelled.

"She is my aunt. Can I leave?" I stared at him. Nalli never said she has a nephew.

"Why is he even here?" I asked.

"Nalli! Come in here!" April yelled into the hall. Shawn was giving me an angry look now. Like I was some monster. Which at this point I don't blame him. I probably seem like it and look like it. I probably even have bedhead. My hair was in a bun. But buns can get to messy. Hard to belive but true. Nalli rushed in. With a huge grin on her face may I say.

"What?"

"Who is he?" I asked.

"My nephew."

"Why is he here?" I asked quietly.

"Well Shawn here is a patient himself so I figured you two could talk about how much you hate hospitals or just stare at each other. You could use some company. Both of you," Nalli smiled. I bit my lip.

"I don't need company." I said.

"Neither do I."

"I don't care. You too will anyways." With that she left. I glanced at the boy. The room was silent. Just us now. I got out of my wheelchair and walked over to the window. I opened the blinds.

"Hope you don't care but I'm leaving," I said.

"But can't you not leave the hosipital."

"Nope. But the roof is the best place to see the sunset." With that I grabbed my phone, headphones and walked out of my room. I was not going to talk to this stranger that doesnt want to talk to me at all. Im dying anyways. I don't want to meet people now and hurt them.

A/N

How did i end this imagine at exactly 1,000 words. Whoah