Shawn Mendes Imagines

surgery pt. 2

That night you just hung out together, enjoying him and his families company. You all watched a movie together. You were snuggled up next to Shawn on one of the couches his head was resting on your shoulder, both your bodies turned to the TV. You glanced down at shawn, as you see him trying to stay interested in the movie, but his tired brain, fatigued muscles, and sick body had another plan. Soon your full attention seemed to be planted on Shawn and no longer the movie (which you've already seen probably 50 times, nothing new was going to happen). You watched as his eyelids increasingly become more droopy and he slowly drifted off to sleep, each time the TV flashed or a sound would pop, his eyes fluttered open, and then back closed. His mouth fell open due to his stuffed up nose and his chest rose and fell slowly.
It was an ungodly hour of the next morning and you guys were off to the hospital. Shawn still seemed pretty groggy and out of it, his mom was driving and you two were in the back seat. Karen explained how he's probably going to have to stay the night just to make sure he's all good, because of the weight this could have on his career, they don't want to rush things.
Shawn was being put under anesthesia and was tightly holding your hand. Shawn lifted his head "I don't even know if its working" he said his head almost immediately falling back "nooo i think it's working" the doctor chuckled as he saw shawn's body relaxing and his eyes growing heavier.   The doctor asked him "okay i'm gonna have you countdown from 10, how far do you think you'll make it?" shawn lazily slurred back with a silly grin on his face "i think i'm gonna make it..." he took a long pause trying to stay awake "i'm gonna make it to.." another pause "siiiixxx, w-hat.. what do you think?" he took a pause each one getting heavier and groggier, his eyes, almost closed, blinking ever so slowly, trying to resist the urge of falling asleep, he took a breath to begin his countdown "t-te-" his voice dissipated to a breathe, his eyes finally fell fully closed, his grip on your hand completely loosened, and he was out cold. The anesthesiologist laughed "ummm i think your gonna make too...? ten. yeah. ten. okay ladies" he looked up at you and Karen getting ready to head out "he's out, so we should see him come back in about an hour and a half at the most, the surgery should take no more than 45 minutes" you thanked him, gave shawn a small kiss on the head, and went to wait in the waiting room.
A little while later the doctor told you and his mom you could go see him and hang out with him in his room, he is still waking up, loopy from the anesthesia. You walked in to see Shawn propped up in bed his head supported by a neck pillow as it hang as far to the side as the pillow will let it. "hey buddy" you quietly say his head weakly rolls up, bandages around his nose and his eyes half open. He lightly smiles at you until his head falls back down, his muscles not yet awake enough to support his head. After a while Karen had to get back home, so you stayed beside shawn, you weren't leaving this place unless you were right next to shawn. He was sleeping as you sat in a chair next to his bed, scrolling through your phone, nurses coming in periodically.
It was getting into the afternoon when Shawn woke up from his nap and was fully alert. He smiled at you with his award winning smile and practically whispered "hey" trying not to affect anything. "you feeling good?" you lightly questioned, he gave you a big grin, you knew he wouldn't be saying that in a few hours once the medicine wears off. "If you need anything let me know" you advise him, he nods in response. You texted Karen to let her know he's awake and then Andrew, just to let him know it went well. A couple hours later Karen, Manny, Aaliyah, and Brian all show up. Everyone was just hanging out like usual, except in a hospital room with Shawn barley audible. You were sitting next to Shawn in the hospital bed as everyone just chit-chatted to keep shawn company. It was getting kinda late and Shawn was getting sleepy, a characteristic he seemed to be holding up a lot lately. Everyone left and you insisted you stay the night here with Shawn.
The next morning you were packed up and ready to head back to Shawn's house, he was still required, whether or not it was possible, to talk in a light whisper if at all. He was advised to hold back on singing for at least a week. He said we felt fine but he toughs through everything, you looked in his chocolate brown eyes and could tell he still felt sick, and was in uncomfortable pain. You were happy because he would not longer be getting sick every week, and you were here with him for the next few days to hang out. You went back to Shawn's and hung out together before your lives got crazy again.

A/N
double update?! wowwowo look at me go. how are you guys liking this book? it's kinda fun tbh. Also don't mind my embarrassing typos, ik they're everywhere