Shawn Mendes Imagines

Broken Rib

Hey all! Here's a random one I thought of. Decided to take something that actually happened and dramatize it lol

Your POV

"Nah." I say to myself as I flick through the TV channels. We were in Nashville right now and Shawn had gone to work somewhere. I didn't really know where he was as I was sleeping when he left.

Finally deciding on a TV channel, I start watching what's on whilst flicking through my phone. Typical.

Just then, I hear the door open.

"Shawn is that you?" I ask, liking a few pictures on Instagram.

"Yeah its me. How are you?" He was speaking weirdly. It wasn't that his throat was sore, it was more like he was in pain.

I look up from my phone and see that he has a cut on his face.

"What happened?" I ask, quickly getting up.

"I fell off a bird." He replies, barely speaking. As funny as that sounded, I didn't laugh as I could tell he was in pain.

"A what?" I put my hand on his cheek, inspecting the damage.

"An electric scooter." He was still talking weird. The cut on his face didn't look too painful, and Shawn had a high pain tolerance anyway.

"Sit here, are you okay? You're talking funny." I guide him to the bed, sitting him down.

"My side hurts, I think I've broken a rib."

I raise my eyebrows in worry.

"Right, lean back." I prop some pillows behind him and help him lean back, lifting his shirt up to look for bruising. "Its a little swollen and bruised."

"It really hurts." He mumbles, closing his eyes.

"Let me clean your face up, then I'll ask someone to take you to the hospital."

"No no, its okay."

"Shawn if it's broken its better to check it out. They'll give you pain meds." I coo, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Okay." He sighs, pouting.

"I just need to clean this cut. Let me get the first aid kit." I get the first aid kit from the bathroom and pour some disinfectant onto a cotton ball.

"Hey that's the thing that hurts." He whines, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"I'm sorry honey but I need to clean it." Gently, I dab the cotton onto his face, wiping the blood from his face.

"Ow!" He jumps and I roll my eyes.

"Nearly done. And that's it." I cup his face with my hands and kiss his forehead. "Can you stand?"

"I'll try." He whimpers. Normally, the pain gets worse a while after you injure yourself.

"Here, let me help you." I smile, taking my hands under his back and sitting him up. "Gimme your hands."

I hold both of his hands and help him into a standing position, noticing that he struggled to stand fully straight.

"Small steps. That's it." I coo; I had a feeling Shawn had definitely broken a rib judging by the way he was walking.

"Y/N" Shawn stops in his tracks, struggling to breathe.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't walk." He blurts out, tears of pain in his eyes.

"Its okay Shawn. I'll see if I can call a doctor for you." I suggest, helping him back into bed. "Right, you get some rest. I'll call someone." I decide to call the hotel reception to ask if they had a medic. Turns out they had a doctor, who was with us in ten minutes.

The doctor explained that Shawn's rib was probably broken, but there was no need for an X Ray as they can't bandage a broken rib.

He was told to get plenty of rest and was told not to perform for a few weeks. Luckily he had no shows for a few weeks so didn't have to cancel anything.

"Right Shawn, you heard what the doctor said. Rest." I assert, covering him with a blanket.

"But Y/N!" He starts but stops as speaking louder must've hurt his rib.

"Lemme get you some ice." I suggest, getting an ice pack from the fridge. "Also you need to eat something so I can give you your pain meds. What do you want?"

"Muffins." He whispers, closing his eyes. The pain must be tiring him out.

Giggling, I get some muffins from the kitchenette and give them to Shawn to eat. Whilst he was eating, I pull the blanket down and held the ice pack to his injured area.

"Did you tell your fans?" I ask, trying to cheer him up as he looked a little down.

"Yeah. I posted a boomerang and told them I fell off a bird." He replies, making me (and him) laugh. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts." Shawn closes his eyes tightly and leans his head back in pain.

Gently, I take my hand and place it on his cheek.

"Its okay, I'm here." I coo softly, calming him down. "Right take this then you can sleep." I hand him his tablets and hold the glass against his mouth so he drinks it.

"I want to sleep Y/N." Shawn says, settling into bed. He was clearly struggling to move due to the pain he was in.

"Let me help you." I smile, taking my hands under his back and helping him lean back. The doctor told him not to lay down flat.

I sit at his bedside, holding his hand in mine as he drifted to sleep.

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