imagines | shawn mendes

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you pulled the surgical mask off your face as you pushed the doors of the OR open and walked out. your shoulders were tense from the hours of standing.

you walked through the corridors of the hospital, head hanging low and your heart heavy. you dumped the mask along with the gloves in a bin.

"dr. y/l/n! we need you for an abdominal check up in 26-" one of the kind nurses approached you, but you raised your hand as a sign for personal space.

"please get dr. roberts," you whispered. you saw her nodding out of the corner of your eye.

you knocked on the wooden door of room 198 before softly pushing it open and entering the familiar patient's room.

"well, hello sunshine," shawn grinned as he closed a book he was just reading. his face dropped as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes. "what happened?"

"i lost the kid." you inhaled deeply to prevent sobs escaping your lips.

"oh god, i am so sorry." he said lowly as he scooted to the right side of his bed and motioned for you to sit next to him. you did so and rested your head on his shoulder. he laid his hand around your shoulder and softly rubbed ob and down your arm.

"i know that this shouldn't be so hard on me but it's just- he was fighting so hard! he almost beat the cancer but-" you paused to breath. "it wasn't enough."

"don't feel bad for feeling this way. you are human, you're an incredible human. you spent so much time with him. it's okay to grieve." he calmly said. shawn's voice has always had a special effect on you. it calmed you down, allowed you to take a break from your daily stress and made you feel secure.

it was silent for a couple of minutes before you pushed yourself up and sat on his bed sideways.
"how're your cuts? still hurting? lemme see your stitches." you sniffled before pulling his hospital shirt up.

"slow down doctor, everything is fine." he chuckled, pulling his right arm up to lay his head on it. of course you immediately caught his big bicep but stopped your staring immediately. he was still a patient, after all.

you pulled fresh gloves out of your pocket and pulled them on before gently applying slight pressure onto his abdomen and moving to multiple areas. you then checked his stitches, making sure there was no infection.

"okay mr. mendes. your stitches look perfect and your abdomen is no longer hard, i can't feel any reason to worry that there's possible inflammation." you winked and pulled the gloves off again.

his eyes widened, "there was the possibility of an inflammation?"

"of course, every surgery can bring infections or for example a toxic shock. those are very rare, though. there's always the possibility. you are perfectly fine though."

"thanks to my super doc," he winked, placing his hand on yours.

"you'll be fine to leave in two days." you watched your hands as his thumb caressed the back of your's.

"what happens after i leave?"

"well you get home, bed rest for at least 10 days! i mean it shawn, you have to rest! understand?" he rolled his eyes but nodded, hiding an adorable smile. "you will have two more check ups in the hospital and if everything is fine, you are free and we don't want to see you here ever again okay? still, you have to be careful and don't overwork yourself. especially on stage, don't do too much." you explained, keeping a straight face to get him understand how important this was.

"understood. but, i meant.. was happens to us?" he looked up to you with big eyes.

your breath hitches, "oh- oh! uhm- well.. what do you want to happen?"

"uh.. how bout I'll take you out in four days?"

"nah uh, you have bed rest remember?" you scolded.

he chuckled, "right. you could come to my place, though? i'll cook for you."

you bite your lip, "alright." you hummed. shawn threw his arms in the air and gasped. "under one condition, rockstar." you laughed.

"anything." he agreed.

"i'll cook."

"but-" you send him a look, "okay, okay. fine, you cook."

"alright," you smiled before standing up and starting to walk out of the room.

"oh uhm y/n?"

"yes?" you twirled around, a bright smile on your face.

"don't be so hard on yourself tonight, okay? the death of this child was not your fault. i know you, please be easy on yourself." he pleaded.

your smile slightly dropped but him showing so much care for you made your heart heat up. you nodded before opening the door and stepping out of the door.

"oh! doc?" shawn called out again.

"yes?" you stumbled back in.

"when am i allowed to have sex again?" he smirked.

"uh-" you cleared your throat before chuckling lowly. "i would recommend to wait two till three weeks just to be on the safe side but if you can't wait, you can slowly start to begin with sexual activities after your bed rest."

"okay, thank you." he cockily smiled.

you shook your head as you giggled and closed the door of his room as you left.