Shawn Mendes Imagines

Wounded

Gonna act like I've never cut myself this deep before but yeah also check out my Shawn fanfic its called 'Lupus' xx

Your POV

"SHAWN!" I shout in frustration. We were out on a walk and he had gotten us awfully lost. By awfully lost I mean we have passed the exact same guard rail four times. We were now 20m from the same guard rail.

"I know where I'm going Y/N. Just trust me!" He jokes as we walk hand in hand.

"I don't think you do honey. We've passed the same guard rail four times!"

"It's okay princess, I know exactly where we are going." He helps me step over the guard rail and he follows.

"We are going this way." I hold his hand and force him to follow me.

"Okay then." He scoffs in a joking way.

We walk for a while and I notice Shawn was limping. I decide not to say anything as he hates it when I worry about him too much. I couldn't help myself - he was a rare gem.

I stop to 'tie my shoelace' so I could inspect the situation. Shawn was a few steps ahead of me and I'm about to catch up but I see a huge cut on the back of his leg, it was so big that skin was dangling off.

"Shawn! Your leg!" I shout and run over to him.

"Oh so that's what that wetness was. I thought it was sweat."

"Shawn you fool! Sit down." I help him sit and get a first aid kit out. "This is a big wound Shawn... I might need to call an ambulance." I get a wound dressing out and wrap his leg up tightly, which causes him to wince in pain.

"No its fine. I can walk."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not that bad."

"Come on." I help him stand and he put his arm around my shoulder, my arm went around his torso to support his weight. "We will walk slowly, but I need to take you to hospital."

"Okay... lets go." We begin walking, and it felt like we were walking forever. But it only took twenty minutes. I could tell it was getting harder and harder for Shawn to put weight on his injured leg, so I was glad that we had gotten to the car quickly.

"Right sit down here." I help him into the passenger seat and push his seat back so he could stretch his legs out. "Are you in pain?"

"It... its not that bad." I knew he was lying so I give him some paracetamol.

I begin driving towards the hospital. Karen calls me and I answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi Y/N. Just wondering if you're both okay."

"Err... Shawn has hurt his leg so I'm taking him to hospital."

"What? Is he okay?" She sounded worried so I passed the phone to Shawn.

"Mum I'm fine. I cut it on a guard rail."

"You don't sound fine sweetie."

"I'm okay. Honest." (Mmmmmm)

"Okay. Just be careful next time. I'll put some muffins in the oven for you."

"Thanks mum." With that he hangs up.

I pull up at the emergency room and help Shawn out of the car. By this point, he could barely put any weight on his injured leg, so he was hopping. To make matters worse, blood was seeping through the bandage I put on earlier, and some was now dripping down his leg.

"Y/N... I can't stand..." his skin was pale, eyes covered in pain. I sit him down on a nearby chair and a doctor comes over with a wheelchair. I help him sit and he is taken into an examination room.

"Let me see." Shawn is lying on his front and his head is laying in my lap, and I gently stroke his hair, keeping him calm. "I need to clean this... it definitely needs stitches." (I'll be needing stiiiitches.)

"Mm" Shawn groans, digging his head into my lap.

"On three... one two..." the doctor goes on two. Lol. My laughter is cut short as Shawn screams in pain. I then see how deep the cut actually is, and its still bleeding.

"Hey hey" I whisper into his ear. "That's the worst bit done."

"Let me just put some local anaesthetic on." The doctor applies some local anaesthetic on Shawn's leg. "Right... this'll take a few minutes."

He was right - Shawn's leg was stitched and bandaged within fifteen minutes.

"Come on. Let's get you home." I help Shawn to his feet and pass him the crutches the doctors gave him.

As soon as we get back to our apartment, I lay Shawn down on the sofa and put some ice on his leg, as this would make the wound contract rather than expand.

"Are you comfy?" I ask him, putting a blanket over him.

"Yeah I'm fine." He replies, leaning his head back - he did this to hide his tears. It was a habit of his.

"Hey what's the matter? Is it hurting?" I sit by him and hold him in my arms. He nods and digs his head into my shoulder. "Come here, I'll get you to sleep."

That was Shawn's cutest quality - like a baby, he could be put to sleep if held properly.

I let him lie himself down, laying on his front between my legs and his head rested on my chest. I begin to play with his hair, kissing his head softly. In a few minutes, he's fast asleep.

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