Shawn Mendes Imagines

Chickenpox

Hey! If you've sent a request in I'll try and get a few more done thjs week. I've got this idea and thought I'd write it.

Your POV

It was a cool, spring Sunday afternoon in Manchester. We had arrived earlier from London as Shawn had an interview here tomorrow morning. Shawn had the day off work today, and we were laying in the hotel room watching films. My head lay on his shoulder, and we were snuggled up together.

"Let me get some water." I untangle myself from Shawn's embrace and get some water for myself from the kitchenette.

I get back and lay myself down in Shawn's arms. He was warmer than usual. In fact, he was feverishly warm.

A worried expression plasters on my face as I see the pain in Shawn's eyes.

"What's the matter Y/N?" He asks, trying to sit up.

"No Shawn, you're sick. Tell me what hurts." I assert, getting the thermometer out of my suitcase.

"Everything... my head really hurts." He responds, no longer trying to hide the fact that he waa in pain.

"Let me check your temperature." I stick the thermometer in his mouth, then go and get him some painkillers and cold water.

The thermometer beeps, indicating that its done.

"102.3. You're really sick." I sigh, helping him sit so that he could take his pink hoodie off.

His shirt comes off too, and his torso was a little red. I assume it is because of the fever.

"Let's take your jeans off. You need to get cooler." I suggest, changing his jeans into shorts. His eyes begin to close, indicating that he was tired. "Get to sleep, I'm going to quickly run to the store to get you a few things." I plant a kiss on his burned up forehead before leaving.

I go into the hotel shop and pick up some painkillers, smoothies, soup and some muffins. I also get a small desk fan, as the hotel room didn't have air conditioning or a ceiling fan. (A/N its cold in Manchester. The other day it was 14 degrees and everyone was so happy and people were walking round in shorts lol)

Quickly, I go back to our hotel room and see Andrew on the way.

"Who's that for?" He asks, noticing the medicine in my hand.

"Its for Shawn. He's got a fever so I told him to sleep."

"Just tell him that I hope he gets better, and that I'll reschedule a few interviews for him as last time he was sick, he kept going." Andrew explains, sighing. Last time Shawn was sick, it got so bad that he was hospitalised for a week, so I was making sure that he rested.

It was now 9pm so I got changed into my pyjamas.

"Y/N" Shawn groans, keeping his eyes shut. I wss trying to be as careful as possible as the lights were off, and I didn't want to turn them on because it would make Shawn's headache worse.

"Yes honey." I say, laying into bed with Shawn. He slowly moves closer to me, his head in my neck. I put my arms around him, holding him in my arms. He was very warm, so I turn the desk fan I had brought earlier on to cool him down.

I begin taking my fingers through his hair, which helps him fall asleep.

The next morning, I wake up before Shawn. His back was towards me, and he had taken the blanket away from me. He probably still had a fever, so I turn around to take the blanket away from him.

I didn't expect to see what I did.

Small red spots covered his entire back. Alarmed, I leap out of bed and call Karen.

"Hello Y/N? What's up?" She asks worridly. I then realise it was 4am in Toronto, so she was probably worried as to why I was calling her so late at night.

"Hi, just wondering if Shawn ever had chicken pox as a kid?" I question.

"No, he didn't... Y/N does he have it now?"

"I think he might do. I don't know what to do, should he go to hospital? Should he see a doctor?" At this point, I'm shaking. Chicken pox can become very dangerous in adults, so I was incredibly anxious.

"Erm... check his temperature. If its higher than 102, call a doctor." She explains.

"It was 102.3 last night. I'll check again as it might have gone down..."

"Y/N!" I hear Shawn shout, his voice cracking.

"Yes darling." I run over to him, sitting at his bedside.

"I'm all scratchy all over... oh no what are these spots on me? Why does everything hurt? What's wrong with me?" He cries, tears in his eyes.

"My baby has chicken pox." I reply. His pillow was falling from below his head. I knew he would be weak, so I gently lift his head up and sort out the pillows.

"Shawn?" I forgot Karen was on the phone.

"Mummy is that you?" He takes my phone from my hand as I put the thermometer in his mouth.

"Yeah... Y/N is gonna check your temperature once more and I'll tell you what to do." Karen says softly.

Shawn opens his mouth to speak.

"No no Shawn, let me check your temperature first." I rub my thumb against his cheek. Surprisingly, therr weren't many spots on his face, there was one right near his cheek scar and one on his forehead, but that was all. His hands and wrists were virtually spotless. However, his torso was covered with red spots.

The thermometer beeped and I take it out of his mouth.

"101.7." I read out.

"Keep monitoring it, but for now keep him as cool as possible and only give him paracetomol. No ibuprofen allowed. Make sure he rests as he's gonna be in a lot of pain and its gonna be uncomfortable. Keep a close eye on him, the second he gets worse take him to hospital." She explains.

"Thank you so much." I say before hanging up. "Right you heard her, bed all day. I spoke to Andrew last night and he said he will reschedule the interviews. I'll get you a smoothie for breakfast." I get a fruit smoothie from the fridge, pierce the carton with a straw and hold it against his mouth, and he drinks it all. "Well done honey, now take this and then you can sleep."

Shawn takes his medication, mouth scrunching up due to the taste.

"Cuddle me." He orders, pouting.

"Okay. But you need to sleep." Shawn begins to itch his spots. "Don't do that, I know it's itchy but it'll make it worse."

I get an idea - I put socks over Shawn's hands to prevent him drom scratching.

I lay in bed next to Shawn, he rests his head on my chest. I stroke his hair, easing the sick boy to sleep.

Shawn slept for a few hours, his grip around me even tighter when he slept.

My phone ringing woke Shawn up. It was Karen so I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Y/N. How is Shawn?" She asks.

"He's just woken up. I'm gonna check his temperature again and then let him sleep." I put the thermometer in his mouth. "100.2. Its gone down quite a bit."

"That's good. Keep your eye on him."

"Will do. Bye." I hang up. "Right Shawn, time for your painkillers again." I get him his tablets and he takes them.

When I get back from making some tea for myself, Shawn had fallen asleep but he was fully spread across the bed, blanket low. I smile, before taking a seat on the hotel room sofa and putting my earphones in, letting Shawn sleep.

That was 1300 words which is a bit longer than usual (like 800 ish) hehe x