shawn mendes imagines {under editing}

we'll be okay {part two}

shawn mendes imagines
imagine xcviii
-
brooklyn's pov

i think mom's crying was what woke me up.

i opened my eyes, instantly closing them again. trying again, i opened my eyes and focused my gaze on mom, who was crying against dad's chest.

"mom-" i tried to speak, but my tongue felt like sandpaper.

she heard me though, because she quickly looked in my direction and let out another shaky cry as she hurried towards me. i furrowed my brows as she threw her arms around me, dad quickly taking my hand from the other side of the bed.

"oh brooklyn, sweet girl, i-i love you," mo mumbled through her tears, "everything is going to be okay."

pain darted through me, shooting down my legs and up the back of my neck. i groaned, trying to move but wincing as the pain intensified.

suddenly, everything came back to me.

i could hear shawn's desperate cries, i could see the lifeless look that overcame him when he fell unconscious, and worst of all i could smell the intoxicating scent of the smoke that floated into the car as the front end became covered in flames.

i started to cry, sobs wracking through my body. mom slid in next to me, allowing me to lay my head on her shoulder as she stroked my hair.

"everything is going to be okay, you're going to be fine," dad said softly, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

"s-shawn," i cried, "where is he?"

"shhh," mom cooed quietly.

nothing calmed me though, my cries only growing. pain then contributed to my cries, causing my chest to tighten. i gasped, trying to take in as much air as i could. i panicked, causing mom to hold me tighter.

"calm down honey, i know you're scared but nothing is going to happen anymore," dad assured, leaning forwards and kissing my head.

"s-shawn," i croaked again, not knowing if he was okay.

"shawn's okay brooklyn, he's just down the hall," dad said.

"h-he's alive?" i choked, another tear slipping down my cheek.

"yeah he is," mom said, "he's just fine."

"i-i want to see him," i couldn't help but cry, feeling anxious and worked up, "i want him, p-please."

mom rubbed my shoulder as a knock sounded at the door. dad hurried towards it as it opened, a woman that i recognized as brian's mother walking in. dad smiled, turning and standing at my side again.

"hey brooklyn, i was just coming to c-check and see how you were doing," she said quietly.

"she's doing great, just a few major scrapes and bruises but no breaks. i head shawn is also doing fine. how's brian?" mom asked.

his mother broke down crying, weakly sitting down on a small couch against the wall. i sniffled, shifting my attention towards her. mom quickly sat beside her, her hand on her shoulder.