wonder / S.M

three.

shawn's POV.

i woke up the next morning. head pounding. chest hurting. what's new. i unhooked my IV's. probably a bad idea.

i got up and walked to the bathroom in my room. i began to wash my face off with cold water, instantly feeling refreshed. i threw off the stupid hospital gown, leaving me in my boxers. nothing more. nothing less. i went to grab my shirt and sweats to put on, then the door swung open.

ariana.

"shawn what-" she stopped mid sentence and looked me up and down, a loud gulp going down her throat.

her eyes soon met mine, only for her to quickly look away.

"you unhooked your IV's." she said as she still looked away from me.

"yeah. i did." i simply said.

"why, shawn? don't you wanna get better?" she asked, looking at me once again.

"that's the thing ariana.." i said as i took a step closer to her, noticing her shifting awkwardly.

"there is no getting better for people like me. there is nothing good for people like me. i have no purpose, you see." i said.

"that's only what you think." she said, looking straight into my eyes.

i examined her. she's an angel.

her long, super long, brown hair was in a high ponytail. her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, the small amount of mascara being the only item of makeup on her face, making her eyes pop. god, she's stunning.

"shawn?" she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"oh, sorry." i mumbled.

"please, just keep resting." she said.

i sighed and began to head back towards my bed before she stopped me by grabbing my forearm.

"a-after you get some clothes on." she stuttered.

i laughed lightly at her stuttering.

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i lied in my hospital bed, thinking about ariana. ive only known her what, 5 days? why does she have such a huge impact on me? this is just what happens. i fall for any girl who shows what seems to be genuine care. but, then again, ariana is a doctor. it's her job to pretend like she cares.

but what if she isn't pretending?

my door began to open.

my heart started racing. i'd been waiting to see ariana.

but, that's not who it was.

who was it?

my dad.

"keith?" i asked, disgust immediately making its way to my voice.

"what the hell did you do? trying to fuck up your life more than you already have? you're an absolute mistake! you know that right?" he asked.

i frowned at his words. so much for a father.

"right?!" he asked in a more stern voice.

"you know what? maybe if you would play a better father role then i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't be trying to end my life! i wouldn't try to completely remove myself from this planet!" i said with as much energy as i could.

i began to feel weak, my head was spinning and my heart was pounding. all of the sudden i couldn't hear anything. nothing but a buzzing sound was all i could hear. my vision blurred out as several nurses rushed through the door. then that was that. i was out. out like a dead lightbulb.