Shawn Mendes Imagines

Numb

"Wake up, you have to. I need you, Brendan needs you, your fans need you. I love you, you are all I have. I can't loose you." I held onto his cold hand tightly. Brendan watched his dad breath steadily as he propped himself up on my leg. He didn't need to go through this, he should need to see this. "Go outside with grandma." I instructed him. He didn't argue he just walked out of the room.

I sat down on the chair and noticed all of Shawn's featured. His hair, jawline, cheeks, arms, fingers. Something I never noticed before, well most of those things. "Shawn, please stay strong." I whispered. I looked down at the wedding ring he slipped on my finger 6 years ago. This loud beeping noise rang in my ears. I jumped up from the chair and cried out for the nurses. They came in with worried looks on their faces. I watched as the wheeled him down the hall. I was frozen, I couldn't move.

I was numb. My face didn't feel the warm tears rolling down them, I didn't hear the crying of my own child. It was like my whole world came to a halt. It was like I was screaming, but no one could hear my cry for help. It was like everyone around me became invisible and I could only see the dark hallway that took the love of my life down.

I hummed songs while I cradled my son in my arms. He seemed to be calmed down a little, and soon drifted off to sleep. "Mrs. mendes." I looked up from my sleeping son and saw a nurse holding a clip board and a pen. I handed my son to my mother and got up. "Yes?" I asked as I prepared myself for the news she was about to explain to me.
"I'm Dr. Ryder. I did your husbands surgery." He explained. I became confused as to why Shawn had surgery and when he had it. "I'm sorry, Shawn had surgery?" I asked.
"Yes, he had to had to have a heart transplant, and we needed someone to donate their heart. That's what I came out here to talk to about." The doctor said. "Do you know anyone who would be willing to do it?" He continued. I looked down at my feet and thought for a minute. "What are his chances of living if someone were to do it?" I asked. "99.9%." The doctor answered. I took a deep breath and made my decision.

Shawn's POV:
I woke up with an IV in my arm and machines beeping. It took me a minute to get used to my surroundings. When I finally understood where I was worried about my wife and son. I hit the button beside me and called for a nurse to help me.

"What's wrong?" She asked coming in the room.

"Um, where is my wife and son?" I asked. Her face softened and her eyes filled with sorrow.

"Shawn, don't you know who donated their heart?"

This sucks, but it took me forever to write.