Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 7

Imagine:
Shawn's POV:
Laura takes a deep breath and looks at me, her face emotionless and her eyes ice-cold. "It was the week before you were supposed to start high school. Y/n wasn't looking forward to doing her normal skating class because she didn't get to see you since you were away." She chuckles and shakes her head. "Oh, she was such a silly 13 year old. Anyway, it was her assessment day, which is why she wanted you to be there, but she went through it and scored high points- getting the highest in her class."

That's my girl, I think to myself.

"Before Y/n finished, she tried a little improvisation, something I hadn't seen her practice before. I didn't think anything of it, but when Y/n leaped into the air I knew it went wrong. The blade of her skate struck the back of her head and she collapsed onto the ice, where her head struck the ice. I couldn't believe my eyes. I rushed out to reach her but I couldn't go on the ice could I? They said her skull had even left a few indents or cracks, but I didn't bother. I only wanted to know if my baby was alright."

My heart tightens in my chest. The one time I miss practice and Y/n falls. "W-was she alright? I mean, she's here now...?"

Laura looks at me with a sympathetic smile. "Yes, Shawn. She's here, which is a miracle. But she's not the same. Y/n ended up with really bad concussion and eventually went into a coma that lasted for 56 days. She was linked to machines all the time, monitoring her lack of movement and responses to commands. But I didn't give up. I know Y/n, she doesn't give up. Days ran into weeks, and after two months, she woke up from her coma. In the days leading up to it, she was whispering names, and she said yours a lot in between mine and Jerry's."

I try to concentrate on what Laura is saying, but I zone out halfway. Y/n was in a coma and I didn't know? What sort of boyfriend am I? Or was I even.

I perk my ears up as she continues. "But when she woke up, her memory was gone. She didn't know us, but obviously had that weird feeling inside her. She barely knew how to talk and communicate with people. She had to learn everything again Shawn." Laura tries to keep her tears back and I couldn't do anything but look down and try not to cry myself.

"Do you know how hard it was for us Shawn? It's like she had to learn to love again, learn to love her own parents when it should just happen naturally. I don't blame her. Her memory wiped and not knowing what we're saying. The only comfort she got was when we were at least 2 or 3 metres away from her. Our own daughter, oblivious to us. She picked up talking and the rest pretty quickly, except for retrieving memories of her past. We've tried giving her physiotherapy to help her remember things she lost but it never worked. When we went to places, she said she got weird feelings that she'd been there before, but no sign of getting her back. So we decided to move to Toronto, which wasn't too far from here anyway. Jerry and I thought a new start as high school began would be great for her, and it did work. But her friends started questioning her past and she couldn't remember anything. Kids saw her as an outsider and they all thought she had a shady past. She couldn't even tell them anything or confide in one person, because there was nothing to tell."

I think of the times I carelessly spoke to Y/n on her first day, thinking we were reunited again, when in fact she really did have no idea who I was, and what we meant to each other. We might have only been pre-teens then, but it hasn't stopped me from forgetting her or giving up my love for Y/n. We both jump as Y/n pushes the door open and try to look as normal as we can, which is hard from what I've just heard.

"And look where we are today," Laura says loudly. "Moved back to Pickering and started your senior year in high school, right honey?"

Y/n turns around and gives us a weird look. I look up but avoid meeting Y/n's eyes. I clear my throat and smile at Laura. "I-I uh. I better get going. Thanks again for the lasagne."

"No problem sweetie."

I get up and pass Y/n, and I give her a quick hug.

"I'll message you later. Tomorrow, we need to talk."

She nods her head and I kiss her cheek gently. Her eyes are confused and happy at the same time, but I still can't believe what she went through. Y/n's here alright, but she's not the same Y/n. Whatever it takes, I will try to get her back.