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"Hey, y/n." Shawn's voice was soft and worrisome as he carefully shuts the door behind him. He was now wearing a plain shirt without the jumper he wore the day before. His hair was roughly styled, his curls hanging down in front of his eyes that seem tired; dark circles adorning his down cast eyes that meet mine. He looked like a mess, and I couldn't help but feel responsible.
"Shawn." I give him a weak smile as he walks over, pulling up at chair and taking a seat. "You look like a mess." He chuckles and it surprises me. He shakes his head and lets out a heavy sigh, bowing his head and running his fingers through his hair. "I had a rough night." I frown and nod, looking away as I purse my lips with thought. My heart felt heavy with the weight I had put on Shawn.
No one expects to be a witness to a robbery; even now I'm unsure who the gunman was up to. But Shawn and countless others saw what took place. The screams that echoed shook the street as feet trembled the ground, wanting to flee and never look back, as I stood frozen.
Thinking back, I hate myself for allowing what happened to happen. I should've put my big girl pants on and reacted in a way that wouldn't make me end up in hospital. I should've moved. I should've done something besides stand there. Beside coping a hit to the face and terrifying serval people and making Shawn live with the memory of a fan getting hurt. It wasn't fair.
"What did the doctors say?" His voice draws me back to reality and I meet his curious gaze as I let out an exhale that hurt my nose. "Well, I don't know if you know but I had surgery last night." Shawn's eyebrows raise and I know he was left in the dark. His lips part with surprised and he frowns. "But, thankfully the damage isn't as bad as they thought. I think my bank account will have it worse. Eight-hundred and sixty fucking dollars." I shudder with the thought of having to pay such a large amount of money I don't even have.
"Done." I look to Shawn, my eyebrows hunched with confusion as he nods, rather to himself. "Done." He repeats. "I'll pay for it." My eyes widen at his words and I begin to protest, my head shaking with disagreement as I hold up a hand. "No, Shawn. I can't let you do that." He throws his hands out and i bite my lip as he raises his eyebrows. "Why not?" I curse under my breath and look away.
"Becuase. Because that's not fair on you. You don't need to pay for that and I can't accept it either. I'm an adult, I should be away to pay for it. You were just an unfortunate witness, but that doesn't mean you were the culprit, so there's no need to help." He shakes his head, clearly fustrated as his eyes plead into mine.
"Please, y/n? It's the least I could do. It'll make me feel better and hopefully it can lift some weight from your shoulders. You just had to have surgery due to a guy with a gun. You've gone through enough for one day, so, no matter if you decline, I'm paying." I look at him intently, his eyes soft and determined.
