Shawn Mendes Imagines

98: Flat Line

Y/N's POV:

"You know, I believed the doctors when they said you would be okay." I look down at our hands together.

"So did I. But I guess they lied." He sighs. I reach over and adjust his breathing tube, and he shifts the way he's laying, wincing a little bit.

"You okay? I can call a nurse." I say, concerned. He keeps his eyes shut, but he takes a deep breath in and tries to talk.

"I-I'm okay. You know it just hurts to move a little." He stutters.

"I know, baby. I know." I squeeze his hand.

"Hey, Y/N, we're here to take over. You can head home and shower and stuff. Take care of yourself." Ian and Brian come into the sterile hospital room.

I can't even argue with them. I need a shower, I need sleep, and I need some food other than pizza.

"I'll be back tonight, Shawn." I whisper, standing up.

"No, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Just go home for the night. Ian or I can stay." Brian says. He's always been like a big brother to me. My throat runs dry, and he kisses the side of my head gently.

"Go home." Shawn breaths. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Shawn. Stay strong, baby." I bend over and place a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"For you." His voice is rough. I pick up my purse and weekend duffle bag from Vera Bradley and head down to the parking garage.

After a long drive home, I take a long, hot shower. I dress into sweats and a sports bra and fall onto the bed. Seconds later, I'm asleep.

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I jolt awake to my phone ringing. I clamber for it on the side table, and press the answer button.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Y/N, it's happened." Ian's voice is tight as if he is choking back tears.

"Oh, gosh, no. No, Ian, please, no. Please tell me you're joking." A knot forms in my throat.

"I am so sorry." His voice cracks.

"He was doing so well."

"That's what I thought. But he died five minutes ago. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

I can't say anything to him. My hearts beating out of my chest, yet I'm barely breathing. Tears are welling up in my eyes, but I can't cry.

I hang up the phone, then the tears flow. And I feel like I'm going to pass out. I fall back on my bed. And I just cry. I cry for the love of my life. And his flat line.

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A/N:

Wow, I've been writing sad imagines lately... hmmmm... anyways, hey y'all. Love you guys!!!!

QOTD: You guys have a job?

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