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Shawn's POV

I guess coming to my mum's house in the cold with no coat on wasn't a good idea. I was now at my own apartment, and had slept for 13 hours.

My throat was sore and my body ached. To make matters worse, I was due to fly out to LA for an interview with Ellen.

I decide to dress comfortably for the five hour flight, putting on some sweats and a jumper to keep me warm. My bag was already packed and I was due to leave in five minutes.

Before that, someone was banging at my door.

It was Ross, my tour manager.

"Shawn why are you late?" He bellows, an evilness in his voice. "You were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago as I want you to do vocal warm ups."

"Okay I'm ready." I sigh just as Andrew approaches my apartment door, standing just behind Ross.

"You okay Shawn? You're looking a little pale." Andrew asks, hr truly worries for me which is why I really appreciate him.

"I'm good. Lets go." I say, despite feeling weak.

"Shawn you forgot your guitar!" Malea calls, coming up behind me with her suitcase and my guitar.

"Oh, thanks." I giggle, taking it from her.

As soon as we get into the car, I rest my head on Malea's shoulder to try and sleep - my head is killing me.

"Shawn, honey you're like a hot potato." Malea feels my face to check my temperature. "Lay down." She orders and I obey, laying my head in her lap. Gently, she strokes my hair, sending me straight to sleep.

I was asleep for the entire car journey. When I woke I didn't feel much better. In fact, my throat felt worse and I was struggling to breathe.

"Come on Shawn, let's get you on the plane." Malea whispers, she knew my head was killing.

As soon as I'm on the plane I lie down on the back seats. I feel someone lift my head up and realise its Malea putting a pillow under my head.

The flight took five hours and I slept for four of them. I was woken up by Ross, I didn't even know he was with us. He must've crept on the plane whilst I was sleeping.

"Shawn time for vocal warm ups." He orders. I wasn't even performing.

"I'm not performing." I croak, my voice barely audible.

"Shawn what happened to your voice?" Andrew asks, putting his hand on my forehead. "I think you need to go to the doctors. You look awful."

"He can't miss another interview." Ross bellows, but I could tell Andrew wasn't having it.

"You're his tour manager right? Well I'm the manager of his entire career. This event isn't tour related, therefore I'm incharge and he's going straight to hospital as soon as we land. Look at him!" Andrew argues, pointing towards me. Maybe I'm more sick than I thought.

"Sweetie, lay down for me." Malea says sweetly, pointing to her lap. Carefully, I lay back down and she massages some of the pain out of my head. I didn't get back to sleep due to worry of missing my interview.

We soon land and Malea literally steers me towards the taxi as I had no idea what was going on; I was so weak and dizzy.

"Lets check his temperature first." Andrew suggests, taking one out of the first aid kit he always carries, for my safety more than his.

"102.2. That's far too high for him to be out of bed let alone doing an interview." I hear someone say. I'm losing consciousness as I was so tired.

"Lets get him to hospital. They can check..." By this point I'm asleep again, Malea massaging my head.

A sudden jolt awakens me and I realise that we had just arrived at the hospital.

I'm not allowed to walk so the nurse wheels me into a doctor's office, reminding me of that awful night.

The night that mustn't be named.

"Shawn Mendes?" A doctor walks in and she takes a seat on the chair beside me. Malea had come into the room with me whilst my team were in the waiting room. "What are your symptoms?"

"My entire body is hurting and I think I have a migraine. My voice is really sore." I explain, coughing.

"Any tiredness?"

"Yeah loads."

"Right okay." She types away, picking up a thermometer. "I'm just going to check your temperature again."

She puts the thermometer into my ear and checks my temperature.

"102.9. I think you might have influenza, or the flu." She explains, getting a blood test kit out.

"What can you do to treat him?" Malea asks, rubbing my shoulder.

"I'm going to keep him in hospital tonight, maybe longer, just to check his temperature really. He looks weak, so I think hooking him up to an IV is a good idea and he needs to drink plenty of water and rest." She explains, calling the nurse to take me to my ward.

To be honest I'm glad I got sick - I was feeling shattered despite sleeping well and I was incredibly stressed to say the least.

I'm shown to a private room and asked to lie down.

"One sec, lets take your jumper off as we need to lower your temperature." The nurse suggests, Malea instantly getting up to help me. "I now need to put your IV in Shawn."

Those things hurt like a bitch. I knew from past experience.

However the pain I was temporarily feeling externally was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the pain I was constantly feeling internally...

Ayyy this is where it gets interesting!! Ik I've been writing a few fillers BUT plot twist coming soon...