fire {part two}

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shawn mendes imagines
imagine lii
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shawn's pov

despite the fact that the clock was now nearing one in the morning, the hospital was packed. frantic parents demanded information on their kids, people were crying, but mostly, just as confused as i was.

mom and i were the only ones the stayed, dad taking aaliyah's half asleep body home. she rubbed my arm as i smiled tightly, seeing the front desk crowded with people.

i got anxious, "mom."

"stay here," she said, "i'll go ask for what room she is in, okay?" i nodded hurriedly, watching as she approached the crowd of people.

don't get me wrong, all i wanted to do was sleep away the jet lag that was weighing me down, but i needed to see brooklyn.

i needed to know myself that she was okay.

i started to pace, my heart plummeting as a girl around my age broke down into tears in the arms of a doctor. i swung away, not able to stand the sight. i stuffed my hands in my pockets in attempt to still them, seeing mom turn away from the desk and approach me, "she's in room four b. just down the hall i guess."

we walked down a long, narrow corridor, my heart beating rapidly upon stopping outside of the door. mom looked at me gently before knocking, the door opening shortly after. brooklyn's mom, who my mom happened to be good friends with, broke down. mom hugged her, and i instantly was chewing on my nails.

why would she be crying?

"everything's alright," mom assured.

"i-i was so scared. she had to jump," her mother whispered, shaking her head as she pulled away, "she had to jump all the way from the fifth floor."

"oh god," mom mumbled.

my eyes snapped wide and my jaw fell open, "s-she jumped?"

"they caught her with some air mattress. she's fine, sweetie, i was just v-very worried," she said, "go on in, you can have some time alone with her. all she's talking about is seeing you. she may be sleeping, but i know she'd love you there."

"w-wait," i stopped her, "how hurt is she?"

"except for being shaken up and minor whiplash, she is okay. she will be out by tomorrow, dear," she replied.

"how we go to the cafeteria and grab a coffee while shawn sits with brooke?" mom suggested.

"please," jenny nodded in reply, giving me a quick hug.

i smiled watching as the two walked back down the long corridor and out of sight. i let out another shaky breath, stepping through the door that remained open. i closed it behind me, the only light source in the room being a very dim lamp that sat atop the bedside table. next to it, a red 1:04 blinked repeatedly.

my eyes then fell on brooklyn, who was under multiple blankets. she was curled onto her side, her hands tucked by her head. she looked peaceful, and i couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my lips.

i sat down in the chair next to the bed, knowing that if i took her hand in mine it would wake her. i gently brought my fingers to her cheekbone, running them along her soft skin. then, i decided against myself and took her hand in mine anyway.

she remained still, and i tangled our fingers.

"i'm home, sweet girl. i'm so glad you're okay, i can't imagine how it felt to go through that. i'm here now, and i'm not leaving," i whispered, continuing to stroke the side of her face.

it had been two months since i last had physical contact with her, and smile gestures like holding her hand made me glad to be home. we face timed every night, but it wasn't the same.

i don't usually cry, but i couldn't help myself.

i laid my chin against my palm and my elbow on the edge of the bed, fighting off my body's need for sleep. i quickly swiped away fallen tears and gazed at her state, seeing faint dark circles engulfing her enclosed blue eyes.

i squeezed her hand gently, and soon; laid my head against my arms that were supported on the bed. i couldn't help but let my eyes fall shut, my hand still attached to brooklyn's. with one more reassuring squeeze to her hand, i was gone.

wc: 752

all works by me:
- shawn mendes imagines
- therapy |s.m|

a/n: wrote this at two in the morning, so i will edit it in the future :))

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