Shawn Mendes Imagines

Valentine's Day - Part 7

Imagine:
Nash starts the engine and we speed all the way to the hospital. I run out of the car as soon as it stops and scramble up to reception.

"Hi, um I... is there a.. I need to see-"

My words jumble in my mouth as the nurse stares at me and returns to her computer. I feel a hand on my shoulder and Nash calms me down.

"It's okay, everything's gonna be okay. Excuse me nurse? Can we find a Shawn Mendes please?"

"Who are you? Better not be pesky fans of his," she mutters, typing away at her computer.

"Please," I whisper. "I-I'm his girlfriend, I know his family too if you want to ask-"

"He's in the private ward on the third floor, room number 8," she tells us sharply. "Visiting hours are from 9am till 7pm unless the patient is undergoing examinations."

I mumble a quick thanks and we take the stairs to Shawn's hospital room. My heart races as we run and I pray that he's awake and moving. Nash and I stop infront of the room Shawn's supposed to be in. I look through the door and hear some whispers, and the loud beeping of a monitor. There's wires attached to Shawn, his beautiful face covered in scratches and his head bandaged tight. The tears start to roll down as I step into the room with Nash but then I see her.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I scream.

Camila turns around and stares at me. "I'd like to ask you the same question," she says darkly.

"Excuse me? I'm not allowed to visit my own boyfriend?"

She laughs. "Boyfriend? I thought you were taking a break from him-"

I walk towards her. ""Get out! That doesn't mean I stopped loving him or- how did you know about that?"

She smirks. "I know a lot of things about you and Shawn-"

My anger rises inside me and I push her. "That's bullshit, no one knew-"

There's a sudden rise in the beeping of monitors and I look towards Shawn, who seems to be in discomfort somewhere.

I push past Camila and grab hold of Shawn's hand, which is limp and unresponsive in mine.

"Hey Shawn, look, Nash and I are here," I whisper in panic. "I-I'm sorry about everything, about leaving-"

"Excuse me miss, but you need to leave now-" A doctor stands on the other side of the bed.

"What?! Why! I n-need to stay with him, his heart rate-"

His face is serious. "Yes, which is why we need you to leave, all of you."

I kiss Shawn's hand gently and promise him I'll be back. We're ushered out of the room and the blinds shut closed so we can't see anything, but I stay by the door and peep through. Nash holds me close and comforts me, but I don't listen to him; I only listen to the loud beeping sounds that echo in my head.

"This is your fault," Camila snaps at me. "None of this would've happened if you-"

I turn around, exhausted from her lies. "No Camila, none of this would have happened if you didn't kiss him." She storms off so I turn back around and the tears stream down my face. "But none of this would have happened if I didn't even meet him."

Maybe Camila's right. Shawn would be happier with her. Someone from the same background to understand him, whereas I was just an outsider, like now, always looking in from a window.