Pairing: Taylor x female!reader
Warnings: None
Requested: No
Summary: You get into a car accident
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It was one of those days where Mother Nature was at her worst and possibly her most dangerous.
Taylor was at the studio and you were on your way to go pick up some groceries. It was made a commitment that if the pantry or/and fridge was empty, whoever was home would be the one to be given the responsibility to restock with what was needed. Because of the rainy weather, you considered to wait it out until the rain clears or wait to do it the following day, but decided against the better judgment.
When a commitment was made, you always stood by it as it really meant something to you. Slipping on a jacket while grabbing the car keys, you made your way out to the parked car and then you were on your way. The rain only got worse then any better, as you were a very careful, maybe a little too careful driver on the road. Just driving in general scared you, but having to drive in bad weather conditions such as this, was a whole other level of scare. The way you see it, anyone, including yourself, seemed to be asking for a death wish. The best idea for you is to take it easy, take your time driving so you can arrive safely.
As the radio was on, one of Taylor's songs ironically started playing. "Look What You Made and Do" from her Reputation album. You were just bobbing your head along with the best of your hands drumming the steering wheel. Then what happens next, will surely leave you a scar for the rest of your life. You somehow suddenly lost control as the car went into hydroplaning. Panic and and instinct took over as you blindly broke the golden rule when it comes to this. It was too late to fix your mistake by hitting the brake, in seconds, the situation only got worse as the vehicle started spinning across the road right before it had slid off, feeling the harsh impact as you had hit a pole.
It carried enough force to knock you out . When you had just slightly come through regaining consciousness, the paramedics were examining your eyes with a bright flashlight. The second they noticed you, you were being asked the usual questions, but you could only muster up little strength to give them the best answers you could.
"Can you tell me your name, miss? Can you hear me?"
"(Y/n)" you had to whisper because of the pain you were in.
"Where does it hurt?"
Before you could answer, you slipped back into unconsciousness.
"Dammit.." the paramedic said, right before learning that identification had been found.
As they search through your purse, they discover something bizarre as it was something most people probably don't carry themselves. They pull out a folded not that had something worth reading. It read: "If anything ever happens to me, call Taylor at this number."
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Taylor was in the middle of working through a song when she got the phone call with news no one ever wants delivered to them.
"Is Taylor there?"
"This is she, can I ask who's calling from my girlfriend's number?"
It was the voice of the paramedic, and after breaking the news to Taylor, she couldn't listen anymore as grief and disbelief took over. Her very response to the news, she let herself fall to the floor in tears and screaming for you to be alright. Selena happened to be with Taylor that day and Selena had become just as much distraught as Taylor, if not a little more. After being given the information of which hospital they were taking you to, no one bothered to lock doors before leaving the studio. Selena was emotional but had a bit more composure than Taylor, volunteering to be the one to drive over to you.
Upon arrival, they were both filled in with information of what happened and how the scene of the wreckage looked like. They have been told in detail of your condition at the moment, letting them know it was critical. The wreck left you with some damage to your heart and broke almost all of your ribs, but you had left without a single scratch on your face. They had explained to them that on the scene of the accident, you had to be cut out of the car since you were trapped inside it enough that it was impossible for them to reach you.
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Hours of emergency surgery and not a single report on your stabilized condition was looking like.
It infuriated Taylor, and she feared that this was going to be how she loses you. She was just about to let the anger take over her when finally, some news.
"Is she alright?" Taylor asked.
"Why don't you come and see for yourself?"
The head surgeon leads them to the room you were in, and when they laid eyes on you, relief was the next emotion to be felt. Not only were you okay, but you were awake. It broke their hearts to see you bandaged up the way you were, and tears were forming in their eyes as you made an attempt to say something, anything to them.
Taylor rushes to your side, taking your hand hers as she gently squeezes it, in which you responded back with the same gesture.
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