Shawn Mendes Imagines

Surgery

"You're gonna be okay," I reassured Shawn, who was almost panicking because he was going to go under surgery.

"But what if-"

"Don't start, Shawn. You'll be alright," I said, stoking his cheek gently, trying to calm him down.

"But what if I don't get to see you again?" he asked, his voice hoarse because of the flu he caught the other day.

"Shawn," I said, sighing.

"What if, Y/N? What happens then?" he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked up at me.

"Now you're making me worried," I replied with a light laugh, earning a pout from him.

"What if-"

"Shawn, enough," I cut him off. "You'll be okay. You'll get to see me again," I added, pulling my chair closer to his hospital bed.

He had been brought to the hospital an hour and a half ago, and the doctors are waiting for him to be ready.

"I don't wanna die, Y/N," he said sadly, making a fuss about the whole surgery he was going to be in.

"Shawn, it's a minor surgery. You'll be fine," I told him. "Believe me, if you were going to have a major surgery, I'd be worried too."

"What if I don't remember you?"

"You won't get amnesia, Shawn. I promise."

"But what if, Y/N," he emphasized. "Will you still love me?" he asked, his brown eyes looking deeply into mine.

"I'll love you no matter what, Mendes," I said, glad that he was even thinking about me. "I love you," I reminded him.

He was quiet for a while, seemingly to think about it.

"Can I have a hug?"

"You can even have a kiss, baby."

"I don't want to get you sick," he refused.

"A hug it is, then," I said, standing up and bending down to hug him.

"Thanks," he said quietly when I unwrapped my arms from him. "I love you," he said.

"I know," I said, nodding as I sat back down, playing with his fingers gently, as I didn't want the IV to move and hurt him.

"I'll see you soon?" he said, well more of asked, really.

"You'll see me soon, Shawn. Before you know it, it's gonna be done."
//TIMESKIP\\

"Heyyyy," Shawn slurred, lying on the big hospital bed as he attempted to wink at me.

"Shawn, you're not supposed to speak," I laughed.

"You're hot," he blurted out, making me laugh even more.

Shawn under... whatever this was, was amazing.

"You're hotter than I am, trust me," I managed to reply.

"How do I even have such a beautiful girl like you to call my girlfriend?"

"I don't know, Shawn," I said, still laughing lightly.

"I'm so lucky," he whispered.

Even though I knew that he was under the drugs that make you go kind of crazy, he still managed to make me blush.

"Are you blushing?!" he exclaimed, before being shushed by the nurse beside him, who was trying to give him a shot so that his immune system would be stronger.

"Nooooo," he whined, looking at the needle in the nurse's hand. "Please don't stab me with that thing. It hurts."

"Shawn, you're eighteen," I mocked him.

"So? It still hurts, Y/N! Don't let her put that thing inside me!" he shouted, panicking. "Okay, that sounds very wrong," he muttered, before practically laughing is butt off.

Guys and their minds.

The nurse reminded him to be quiet, as he wasn't supposed to even speak after the surgery. I had no idea why, though.

I don't know, I'm no doctor.

"I'll help you if you be quiet, how about that?" I offered, approaching him.

"Okay," he mumbled. "Wait, do I flex while you're giving me the shot?" he asked the nurse, his eyes barely open, making the nurse laugh.

"You should go to sleep, Shawn."

"But I don't wanna!" he said loudly, clenching his fists like a little kid as he pouted.

"I'll be here, waiting for you to wake up, baby," I said, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah? Well I...." he said, before falling asleep almost immediately.

The nurse finally had the chance to give him the shot, and he didn't even flinch.

What the hell did they give him?
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