Mate//Werewolf Shawn Mendes

Chapter 32: Its Not Your Fault

*Emiko's POV*

I gasped for air, white light blinding my vision. I was in a hospital room, I think. All I could process at that moment was that there were many tubes and wires everywhere, and small drops of what seemed to be water were dripping onto my outstretched hand. The other hand was warm and tingly, almost as if someone was holding it.

Shawn came to my mind, and when I opened my eyes again and sat up, I saw him.

His glassy, dark brown eyes were staring at me, shocked. The wet drops were his tears, and his hand was holding mine. I was so overwhelmed with his presence and happiness that I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

He started sobbing. I didn't know what to do, but when he hugged me, all I felt was relief, and love, and happiness.

"I'm so sorry," he sobbed, kissing me on the lips lightly.

"I cant-believe-I-let-this-happen," he said, kissing me between every word.

He grabbed me, embracing me so tight I could hardly breathe. He kissed me about 5 more times, so when he went in for the 6th I put my fingers on his lips, stopping him.

"Shawn, calm down. I'm fine," I laughed slightly, tears also in my eyes out of happiness.

"You flatlined, Em. You're not fine. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he said, sobbing again.

I was shocked, I flatlined? I couldn't even remember; I felt so bad.

"Shawn, listen. It's not your fault, okay? It's mine. I should've told you that I wasn't okay, but I didn't want you to have to cancel your tour and drop everything for me. Don't blame this on yourself, I'm okay now and you're here, so everything is fine," I said softly, cupping his cheeks.

He nodded, kissing my face again multiple times.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight," he said after some moments of comfortable silence.

"But Shawn, what about the tour?" I asked, worrying that he would cancel it and disappoint his fans.

"Who cares about the tour? You're more important than the tour," he said, trying to brush it off.

"No, Shawn, you'll disappoint your fans. Just go, I'll be fine," I said, both of us lying on my hospital bed, my back pressed against his chest.

"I need you though," he whined, kissing my knuckles.

"Take me with you then," I said, finally coming up with a proper idea.

"Yes! I love you! You're a genius!" He yelled suddenly, kissing me softly.

"I love you too, Shawn," I said brightly.

"Emikooo," he said, dragging out my name.

"Shawnnn," I said back, looking up at him with a smile, my head on his chest.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, causing me to blush and nuzzle my face in his chest even further.

"You're seriously so cute, I love you," I said, wondering how I got so lucky.

"Emiko, we have been over this. I am not cute, I am sexy," he said, crossing his arms and pouting.

I laughed and scooted up so my head was right under his. I tilted my head back and looked up at him, my face all scrunched up. He looked down at me and started laughing, kissing my forehead.

"I feel kinda bad," I admitted, looking up at him again.

"Why?" He asked, about to start getting worried.

"I'm gonna leave all those rowdy boys in a house with my family..if they'll even be home," I said, thinking about it.

"When I left they all acted like family soo....they should be fine. Don't worry about it," he said, making a weird face at me.

"Shawn?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yes baby?" He asked, giving me his adorable soft smile.

"When do we get to go home?" I asked, wanting to leave this hospital.

"Umm...I don't know...hopefully soon though because I cannot properly cuddle you in this tiny hospital bed," he muttered, trying to get comfortable while his feet were hanging off the bed.

He was about 6'0, and I'm 5'7, so he had some height on me. I loved taller guys though, so it was obviously fine.

"Babyy, come heree," he whined, and I laughed lightly, trying to scoot closer to him.

"I'm already here, Shawn. I don't really think I can get any closer," I explained and he groaned, holding me.

"We need to get out of here," he whined and I nodded.

I felt bad that I hadn't called any of the boys, but I was sure they'd all attack me when I got home. It made me realize how much I missed Shawn, and how much I needed him.