You and Me, Forever

Unsteady [1]

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Shawn's P.O.V.

"Thank you so much, LA! I love you and I'll see you soon!" I shout, a wide smile on my face as I make my way off the stage. Performing always gives me this exhilarating adrenaline rush where I feel like I'm floating. I hand over my guitar and head over to Geoff who's standing there with a huge grin. He pats me on the back, almost knocking the wind out of me. "Well done, Mendes, well done." I hit his shoulder and continued walking to my dressing room. I need to tell Camila how good I feel right now, I need to see where she is in this complex. 

I grab my phone to call her, unable to contain my excitement and wanting so badly to hear her voice and the praise she constantly gives me. I call once and it goes straight to her voicemail. She probably can't hear her phone considering how loud it is in here. I called again but still no answer. It's the fourth time I call that worry begins to shower over me. Where could something have gone wrong? Maybe she dropped her phone in the crowd... or... or maybe she left her phone at home... No, she never leaves without her phone. I'm thinking of a million reasons why she isn't answering my calls, knowing I'm not being dramatic. I don't know what the right thing to do is. 

My phone begins to vibrate making my heart and lungs collide. It's Sinu. "Hi, Shawn. I've been trying to get a hold of Camila, is she with you right now?" Her mom asks me, her voice sounding steadier than mine. The hope I felt a moment ago is shattered into pieces. "No... I-I haven't. What time did she leave home to get here?" I ask, my voice rough and shaky. "At least an hour and a half ago. Shawn are you okay?" She asks me as my head spins wildly. 

"Mrs. Cabello... it only takes 20 minutes to get here. I think something's wrong." I say, my hand starting to shake, my grip on the phone unsteady. "Hold on, Shawn. I can't hear you properly- actually I'm getting another call, I'll call you back later." Before I can respond, she hangs up, leaving me speechless and worried sick. I sit down on the chair beside me, resting my elbows on my knees as I run my hands through my hair. What am I meant to do right now? If she's not answering me, not only is that not a good sign but it also means I can't find out what's going on. She was coming alone so no one else would have been with her that I could call. 

My phone begins to vibrate again as my breathing becomes shallow. My breath hitches as I see the name on my screen. Oh, thank God she's alright. "Camila, hi oh my god, I was worried sick-" I begin but am interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. "Sorry, is this Shawn?" The unfamiliar voice questions. "Yes." I reply, my voice frail and petite. "Hi, Shawn. My name is Doctor... and I have some bad news... I'm sorry that I was the one to tell you..." I only take in half of what this person is saying as my head threatens to explode and my breathing is too shallow to bear. My vision is blurry due to the amount of adrenaline flooding my body. I can't even fathom talking to anyone right now, I can't even call Camila's mom to tell her, no words will leave my mouth. I'm trying to concentrate on the road and my speed but my lungs are distracting me and I can only think about Camila. I park the car in the first spot I find and begin sprinting towards the doors of the hospital. "Which - where? What room? Camila? Please." I pant to the receptionist, only wanting to see Camila. I click the lift button a thousand times before the doors finally open. My foot is tapping against the floor, impatience overcoming me. I squeeze through the opening doors and rush down to her room. Room M113. I halt at the door, looking through the glass window.

There are five people in the room, surrounding Camila. I don't recognise their faces, not even Camila's. She has blood all over her face and she's wearing an oxygen mask with tubes in her arms and a hospital gown on. I feel a hot tear drops slowly descending on my cheeks as I lean against her window, unable to comprehend the current situation. Someone in the room sees me and exits the room. "Shawn?" They ask, wearing scrubs and a mask like all of the others in Camila's room. I nod my head, unable to speak again. "Don't worry. It's okay, she'll be okay, really. She just needs some time to recover. It was a pretty big accident. She'll definitely need a new car from what we heard." I lean against the wall, slowly losing all ability I have to support myself, my whole body in utter shock. "You can come in and see her. She can still hear you. We don't expect her to be in the coma for too long. She'll be alright, Shawn." Says the man who I have assumed is the doctor. He softly places a hand on my shoulder as I nod at him, pushing the door open. I can feel that my eyes have swelled from the constant strain placed on them to release tears.

She lays there, her mouth open yet covered by the oxygen mask, her hair only ruffled on one side. The side that is bloodied with red and purple across it, showing the wounds only on her face. I sit beside her bed and gently place her hand in mine. I rest my head against our intertwined hands as I completely lose myself to grief. How close must she have been to death to end up like this, in this state? I wish I could hold her and tell her how much I love her and make sure she knows she'll be alright. But there are too many tubes and cords attached to her that I'm unable to hold her how I want to. I kiss her hand, leaving behind a tear. My heart is aching like it never has before. "Baby please wake up," I sob quietly after everyone exits the room, "Please, please come back to me. I love you so much. I love you. I'm so sorry this happened. I love you." My throat is beginning to burn from the sobs that are breaking through. I close my eyes, keeping my head on our hands. The beeping of the monitor stays constant, reassuring me that she's okay for now. How could I have just gone from the high of performing, doing something I love, to being a complete emotional wreck because the girl I love almost died? All in the same night. I sit on the bed, in a gap next to her legs. I lean down, gently, not wanting to hurt her even the slightest. I place my hand on the side of her head that still remains perfect, pure and untouched, her skin so soft and unknown to pain. I press my lips to her ear. "Camila. If you can hear me... Know that I'm here and that I'm so sorry this all happened to you. But I'm here now and I'll stay here and I won't leave you, I promise, baby. Just please, when you're strong enough, just please wake up. Please don't wait too long because I miss your eyes, I miss hearing your voice, Camila. You're okay, just wake up and we'll fix this." My words are almost incoherent as my sobbing becomes heaving. "Please wake up."

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