Hey!! New imagine for you guys right here x btw Y/N is supposed to look like me i.e is tall with dark hair because idk what to base it on lol

Your POV

I get a call on the landline from an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hi is this Y/N?"

"Speaking. Who's calling?"

"This is Toronto hospital. You're fiance has had a small accident and has a broken arm and minor concussion. He's free to go home, but he needs a lift."

"I'll be there soon." I hang up, grab a spare pair of clothes for Shawn, get my phone and my keys and leave. I follow my GPS to the hospital and go into the A&E department, where I am led to an examination room to see Shawn. His eyes are puffy, his arm is in a sling and there is some blood on his white t shirt. He's sitting on the bed, looking at his feet.

"Y/N?"

"Hey, what happened?" I stand between his legs and cup his face.

"I...I fell off stage and now I c...cant play guitar!" He sobs, digging his head into my shoulder. A nurse then comes in. He's holding a bag of medication.

"He has a fractured arm. Its broken into three pieces, so he will have to wear the cast for eight weeks."

"Eight?" I question.

"His arm is broken into three so it'll take a bit longer. He has some bruising on his ribs, so you'll have to put these bandages on him after he's showered. The bruising will go away in around a week. He has a small concussion but thats nothing to worry about. Here are some painkillers, read the box for the dosage."

"Are we free to go?" I ask.

"Yeah you are." I help Shawn up, noticing the small cuts on his face. We walk to the car in silence, and I buckle him in.

"Shawn?" I notice tears in his eyes.

"I can't p...perform. I'm letting f...fans down." He stutters, being so upset that he couldn't speak.

"Shawnie, darling its not your fault. Accidents happen and they'll understand. You just focus on getting better." I run my hands through his hair and he smiles weakly. "Right lets get you home."

The drive home is silent, and I notice Shawn has fallen asleep - he fell off stage at the end of his show, and it was now nearly 1am so he must be exhausted. I park up and wake him.

"Come on, let's go inside." I hold his left hand and gently sort his sling out. He has broken his right hand, which is his guitar playing hand. He wouldn't be able to do much for a while. I sit him onto his bed after we get inside and undo his sling. I gently place his arm onto his lap and lift up his shirt, gently pulling his arms out. I then see that he has a huge bruise on the right side of his torso.

"Shawn, you need to shower up. Your cast is waterproof, so it'll be fine. I know you're exhausted babe but you need to so I can put your bandages on." I get him a towel and a pair of fresh underwear. I turn the shower on for him and adjust the water temperature. I leave the door ajar so I can help him if I need to.

He takes a quick shower and comes out, still wet. I grab the towel and dry him up. He winces as I dry his torso. I get the bandages and wrap his torso up. I then get some sweats and slide his legs through and pull them up. It was now 2 15am, and it was a hot night in Toronto, so I decide to leave him shirtless. I put his arm back into the sling and lie him down. I was about to leave and sleep on the sofa.

"Don't leave me." Shawn called, sounding so vulnerable. I get into bed with him, sorting his pillows out.

I get up at 11am naturally, and go into the kitchen and make Shawn some porridge. I go into our room and gently shake him.

"Shawn, I've got you breakfast." I help him sit up.

"Thanks Y/N" I could tell he's in pain.

"Eat this and then you can have your medicine." I take a spoonful of porridge and feed it to him. His hair was in his eyes so I moved it out of his face, before feeding him the rest of the porridge.

"Thanks Y/N." He tries to lean forward but its too painful for him. I smile at him and lean forward and kiss his bruised cheek. He must've fallen hard.

"Time for your medicine. You've not taken any paracetamol today right?"

"Don't think so, why?"

"They've given you co codomol which has paracetamol in it as well as codeine so its stronger." I explain. He takes his tablets and ushers for me to cuddle with him. I get into bed and he lays his head on my shoulder. I stroke his hair, comforting him.

"Why am I so tired Y/N? I only woke up an hour ago." He yawns.

"It's the codeine. It'll knock you out."

"Wait I have a show tomorrow..."

"Shawn my love, Andrew has cancelled the rest of the North American and South American tour as you need to heal fully." I tell him. My shoulder then feels damp - bless him, he was upset.

"I've l...let them down!" He sobbed loudly.

"No you haven't, you've cancelled seven shows in total, so you can always come back and give them a proper show. You'd be letting them down if you performed like this with no guitar or piano. Just rest up, okay darling. I love you so much, and I hate seeing you upset." I kiss his head through his hair and gently move him so he lay between my legs, head on my chest. I rub his back, easing him to sleep. Moments like this made me fall in love with the innocent, sweet boy I met seven years ago again.

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