Shawn Mendes Imagines

Amnesia

A/N: almost forgot to post today haha stream wonder ❤️

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Shawn's POV

I walk through the sullen hospital, and my legs carry me into the familiar corridor. The old metal plaque on the wall stated 'Long Term Patients' in big bold letters.

Nodding to one of the nurses passing by, I walk towards the second room on the right. When I push open the door, and take a step inside, I see her laying there peacefully, her eyes resting shut.

I sit down on the usual armchair, holding her hand, and sometimes whispering things to her. And once it's time to go, I place a gentle kiss on her forehead, whisper goodbye, and promise I would return the next day.

My girlfriend, Y/N, was in an accident four months ago. She healed and her body is fine, but she slipped into a coma, and has been there ever since.

The doctors don't know if she'll ever wake up, but I won't give up on her. She's a fighter. They say she could hear me when I talk to her.

We had been dating for two years at the time, and we had gotten into a petty fight. She yelled at me, I yelled at her back, and then she got in her car and left. Fifteen minutes later, I got the phone call.

I remember that night; I had been thinking about how I never would have forgiven myself if the last thing I did with her was argue.

I miss her smile, her laugh, her pretty eyes; I miss my Y/N. Moments like these really put things into perspective.

The next day, when I go to see her before work, I could have sworn I felt her hand move. Maybe it was just my imagination.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about all the things I said that morning, I'm sorry I let this happen. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you," I whisper, a tear rolling down my cheek.

I grasp her hand, but this time I'm sure I didn't imagine it. I look at her, and slowly but surely her eyelids flutter open.

"Y/N...?" I say, sitting up in awe.

I run to the door to call for the nurse, who comes rushing in. I immediately return to her side.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?" I ask.

"Who- who are you?" she asks me. A wave of shock courses through my body. She doesn't remember.

The nurse turns to me. "It seems as if she's lost her memory. It was a pretty severe accident it's a miracle she's even awake. I'll go get the doctor," she says, walking out the door. I barely heard her though. My body felt numb as my mind tried to put the pieces together.

"Darling, it's me, Shawn," I say, sitting next to her as she sits upright.

"I don't.... I don't know you."

My heart plummets into my stomach. "I'm your boyfriend. Uhm... we dated for about two years."

"I'm sorry I- I don't remember," she says, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"No no it's okay. Don't cry, please don't cry honey," I say trying to comfort her. "I'll explain what happened okay?"

She nods, sniffling. "About four months ago... you were in an accident. You were injured, badly.... and then you went into a coma." I look up at her, my eyes welling up too as I see more tears pour down her face.

I loved her so damn much, it hurt like hell to see her like this. I couldn't even imagine what she was going through... she must be so confused.

While the doctor runs a few tests, I sit in the waiting room. What if she never gets her memories back? What if she doesn't want anything to do with me now? She doesn't remember me so I'm a complete stranger to her aren't I?

After a week of being closely monitored by the doctors, they said she could leave if she wanted to. They referred her to a memory specialist and said that there was nothing wrong with her other than the fact that she couldn't remember events from her past.

I've been talking to her, and showing her pictures, trying to get her to remember but it hasn't worked so far. She's still the same person I fell in love with though. That same witty, funny, personality.

After she's released, would she want to come with me though? We had a place together; she had moved in with me about 8 months ago.... Were we even dating anymore? I loved her like crazy, but what if she really did want nothing to do with me anymore?

A tear slips out at the thought, as I sit in the waiting room. She was getting her last check up and then she would be released.

I see the door open and she walks out of the room. "Shawn?" she says, sitting next to me.

"So you've been released?"

She nods.

"Where are you gonna go?" I say, choking but trying to stay strong for her.

"Well... you said we have an apartment together so I thought I could go there... if that's alright?"

"Yes yes, of course." I breathe a huge sigh of relief. As we head into the car and drive home, she looks out the window in amazement. Our past, and all the memories we have together feel like a lifetime ago.

I watch her, as she walks around our apartment, hoping that something would spark. But still, no.

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It's been about three days since I brought her home, and I've been taking her to our usual places. Nothing seemed to work.

"Goodnight," I say quietly.

"Goodnight Shawn." She walks through the hallway and shuts the bedroom door. I've been sleeping in the guest room; it felt wrong to share a bed, since to her, we really only met a week and a half ago.

I head into the music room, and pick up my guitar. Opening up my song journal, I flip to the song I wrote about her around six months ago. I sang it to her for our second anniversary. I haven't played it since the accident though; it had been just too painful.

I start to sing as my fingers strum the guitar. I let the music take over, singing my heart out. This was one of my favorite places to be when I needed to relax and let go, surrounded by its safe, soundproof walls.

I strum the last chord and smile to myself. "Shawn?" I turn my head and see her standing in the doorway, her eyes welled up in tears.

I have a moment of realization. She knew. My eyes become glossy as well. I run up and kiss her, the feeling of her soft lips on mine making me want to melt. I hold her close and she sobs into my chest, as silent tears roll down my cheeks.

That night, I wrap my arms around her as she slowly falls asleep, not ever wanting to let go of her again.

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A/N: Yeah so... the idea was good I think but then I got lazy and then ending was trash :) oh well