Shawn Mendes Imagines

broken arm pt. 1

You quickly walk towards the ER after receiving a phone call at work that your boyfriend Shawn, who is currently home on break from tour before the next leg, is waiting for you after a "slight incident". Your mind buzzed with the terrible possibilities of what could've happened as you walk through the large parking garage.

   You walk through the doors as a rush of cold air and hospital smells blow in your face. You look around and scan the half empty waiting room looking for Shawn. You reach the corner of the room and in the corner you see a devastated looking Shawn. His face scratched up and bruised, sitting as if uncomfortable from pain in the hard waiting room chairs, he looks as if he's holding back tears and is about to burst. You then see it, his right arm wrapped in a black cast (ofc bc shawn) being supported by a sling, slung over his left shoulder. You quickly walk over to him as he painfully struggles to stand up. You hug him as his winces in pain, you pull back and look at him with empathetic eyes.

   "What happened to you, my love?" you ask. He tries to answer but chokes, holding back his tears and frustration.

   You lightly grab his hand as you begin to lead him out to the car. He can hardly move from all his pain, you wrap his arm around your shoulder and limp him back to the car, 60% of his sore body weight resting on you.

   You help him to the passenger side as his slowly pulls himself into the seat, you shut the door and walk around to the drivers side. As you close your door, Shawn lightly whimpers, which soon turns into full on sobs. You lean over and rub his thigh. "It's going to be okay don't worry", you say, not knowing what to think. You have never seen him so upset before and you still don't know the exact reason why he is crying.

   "B-but what if-f it's not" he spits out in between sobs. "Shawn, please try to take a deep breath" you say concerned.        

   Eventually he gathers himself, he stopped shaking and his breath returned to its normal speed. You look at him, tears stains running down his warm cheeks, his eyes bloodshot and glossy. "Can you tell me what happened?" you ask lightly.

   He breathes in and closes his eyes as if preparing himself. "I was being stupid okay? I was out penny boarding with Brian and there is a huge hill that we always avoid, but we thought it would be fun for a change, what could go wrong right?" he breathes out uneven breaths, shaking his head, you sit there quietly not sure if he's crying or chuckling. "so we started to really pick up speed, Brian was ahead of me when my wheel hit something, completely throwing me off my board" he goes on, his lip slightly quivering. "My body skid across the concrete" he exclaimed his eyes bulging, as if re-living the moment. "I think I blacked out for a few seconds, I woke up to see Brian urgently running up to me pulling out his phone." he finishes.

    "So how did you get to the hospital? Where did Brian go?"

    "I guess he called an ambulance because it showed up a few minutes later, he rode to the hospital with me. After I was settled and figured out I told him I could just wait for you because he had to run to work"

   "Oh my god, how are you feeling now?" you question.

    "Not too great, I'm still crazy sore, I bruised one of my ribs" he says hovering his hand around his chest "and cut up my face a bit, obviously" he chuckles, then stopping from the pain.

   Your eyes travel down to his cast hanging in the sling. "And the wrist?" you ask biting your lip, knowing guitar isn't the best possibility right now.

   He breathes out heavily "I honestly don't know" he chokes up, looking down and rubbing his cast "I obviously can't play guitar" he begins to cry again. "H-how am I even supposed to finish tour?" he asks desperately and and looks up at me with sad, watery eyes.

   You simply don't know what to say. He looks back down twiddling his thumbs. "Hey, look at me" you say, he slowly turns his head, defeated, "We are going to figure this out okay? For now lets just get you home and resting." He nods as you begin to drive home.