Shawn Mendes Imagines

Mental Hospital

Y/n's P.O.V.

My name is Y/n Y/l/n.. My mental disorder is trypanophobia. Fear of needles. It traumatized me whenever I saw needles...... I lose control when I see one.

They put me in a mental hospital since my phobia got the best of me. They put me in a room... When I first got here, they tried thinking of ways to get a blood sample from me just to make sure I didn't have a disease. Whenever they tried, I lose control. I break things. I hurt those people who gets close to me.

When they made 3 men enter my room to get a blood sample. I shattered the window and picked up a piece of glass and threatened them that if they get closer, I'll push it straight to my chest to kill myself. They stopped trying. But because of what they did, I lost trust of anyone.

If a person gets close to me..... I stay away, scared that it's just a trick to fool me into getting a blood sample.

I had many therapists... They were all the same... Getting my trust so that one day they'll get my blood sample while I'm asleep. That's why I never trust anyone anymore.

Someone knocked on the door as it startled me. I walked over to the corner of the room to make sure no one will come up behind me and get my blood sample.

"Y/n... Your new therapist is here," A nurse called.

"Ok," I mumbled.

A boy around my age came in the room as he looked around until he finally saw me. He walked over to me.

"Hello, Y/n, I'm Shawn. It's nice to---" I cut him off as he started to walk closer.

"Stop," I told him. "T-that's close enough."

Shawn looked at me concerned as he nodded anyways. He noticed my tense composure as he gave me a comforting smile.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," He assured.

"That's what they all said," I mumbled.

"Well, I'm different," He said. "I'm not actually here to be your therapist. I'm here to be your friend."

"H-how can I trust y-you?" I asked, shaking.

"I'm not expecting you to trust me right away," He said. "I want to earn it. I can wait until your ready."

He started to reach out for me with his hand as I panicked and moved away.

"Give me your hand," He said as he looked into my eyes. He wasn't being harsh or demanding, he was actually being soft.

"N-no... What if y-you have an inj-jection there?!" I exclaimed. "I d-don't want that bullsh*t! A-and if y-you try, I'll k-kill myself! I'm n-not just s-saying this, I'll really do it!"

"I won't hurt you," He said, eyebrows furrowing. "Just please give me your hand. I don't even have any material with me except my phone, wallet, and my keys."

He took out all the things in his pocket as he throwed them across the room and showed me that his pockets were empty.

"Now your turn," He said. "Can you put that piece of glass away please?"

I hesitantly took the glass out behind my back as I put it on the floor and slid it across the room.

Shawn smiled, nodding as he reached out again.

"Now, can you give me your hand?" He asked.

I looked at him as I shakily gave him my hand. Shawn held it with both of his hands as he kissed mine. He noticed my shaking hand as he caressed it gently with his fingers.

"Look what they did to you..." He said, sadly as he traced my bruises from the needles when I tried to pull away which caused the skin to form a scar. "Can't believe their solution was to trick and fool you."

"T-they would s-sometimes turn out t-the lights t-to make me not see them when they t-t-try to prick my arm. T-that's why I-I stay in t-this corner.... I also carry t-that piece of g-glass for self defense...." I shivered in fear.

"What's your phobia again?" He asked as he kissed my hand again to make me feel less tense.

"T-trypanophobia..." I breathed out as I sighed. "Fear of needles."

"Oh," He nodded. "It's stupid of them to treat you like this... I wouldn't even call this a solution. They're making it worse... They're scaring you even more than making you feel better."

"I j-just wanna g-get out of here..." I sniffled as I pulled my hand away and put my knees up to my chest, putting my head down as I started to cry.

"Shh," Shawn cooed. "Don't cry, hun."

I felt his hand caress my head as I tensed up but relaxed as his touch comforted me in a way that I couldn't explain. I felt him carry me and put me on his lap as he cradled me in his arms.

"It's gonna be okay, darling," He soothed. "I'm here. I won't hurt you... I never will."

His words seemed to calm me down as I stopped crying. He didn't stop cradling me as he continued to soothe me.

"Poor girl, they made you lose trust to anyone, huh? Don't worry, darling. I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm here to stay beside you... Calm down, sweetie," He continued to say as I felt my eyelids getting heavy.

I haven't had complete sleep for the past few months since I knew that they would creep inside the room and prick me with a needle.

Shawn noticed my sleepy state as he smiled down at me, warmly.

"Sleep, hun. I'll guard you," He assured as I had a feeling to trust him.

I nodded lightly as I let sleep overtake me.

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There's a part two!😉😉😉