Shawn Mendes Imagines

recovery

Hello hoes. How are we today? lol okay love you song birds!
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"How inappropriate for me" she giggled crawling off my lap and wiping the bottom of my lip.

"No, no. I shouldn't have encouraged it" I shook my head.

"Dr. Mendes, patient 239 is needing you!" The nurse yelled walking in.

I sighed and nodded sending her off and giving Y/N a gesturing smile reassuring her that she's not alone in the situation we've put each other in. I rushed down the hallway to the elevator and quickly pressed the button rapidly. They opened and i jogged down the hall finding it surrounded by interns and nurses trying to get into the room. I pushed past them trying to reach the patient finding them already brain dead. 

"Who the hell was in charge here damn it!" I shouted slamming the patient's book work on the table. "Well!?"

"The doctor that was suppose to be here had an accident down the hall sir, you were the only one on call" a nurse said shyly.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. 

"Time of death, 21:34" I said rushing out the room seeing Y/N standing there with her stuff. 

"Ms. Y/L/N, where you off too?" I cleared my throat.

"They discharged me while you were out" she smiled nodding.

I cleared my throat and smiled nodding a bit. 

"Oh, well that's good"

She smiled and gave me a small nod heading towards the elevator. They opened and she stepped inside staring at me as they closed. I panted heavily and pressed the button repeatedly for it to open back up. They finally opened and I rushed in sending me down to the lobby. I saw Y/N standing there with her bags heading out as I ran towards her dropping my clipboard.

"Y/N!" I shouted. 

She turned around and looked at me confused. I rushed over to her pressing my lips on hers, and in that moment, she wasn't the one who needed to be mended, it was me.