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Pairing: Taylor x female!reader Warnings: Shark attack ⚠️ 🦈 Requested: No Summary: A shark interrupts your day at the beach with Taylor
Fun fact: I'm a survivor of a shark attack
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It was warm December as you and Taylor were living in her Los Angeles home for the winter season.
Surfing was a passion, as it always has been since before you could even walk. The water was something you were so adapted to, that family members were almost convinced that you were more mermaid then human.
Taylor enjoyed watching you surf the big waves, but she often worried about you being far out into the waters to where she couldn't see you. Despite her worry, you would always reassure her that you'll be okay as you always were in the end before stepping in, promising that you wouldn't be long. Taylor knew she worried too much, but each time you would emerge and come in from the waters unscathed, her mind would be put to ease more and more. The worry would soon turn into calm and relief, that was until the day everything had changed. You weren't like most people who fear what could be lurking below the waters, even after hearing shark attack reports didn't stop you from returning to the waters.
None of that bothered you. Yet, sharks had never bothered you, not once do you recall it ever coming to your mind. After about an hour into it, you wanted to catch a couple more waves before making your way back to shore where Taylor was waiting for you. Sitting upright on your board, you had your legs dangling in the water as you patiently waited for the next waves. The way you could tell when one was about to form, was by feeling the ocean's water pulling you towards it's direction to it. Just as you were beginning to feel one, you suddenly felt something else, too.
You felt pressure rising pressure on your your left ankle, followed by the feel of your heart sinking in fear as you understood what was happening.
Despite of the fear rising, you somehow were able to remain calm instead of thrashing upon instinct as most survivors had done. What you did was honestly quite simple yet, took a lot of courage and most of your energy. Turning to your left, you set focused on self defense. You then leaned over only far enough you could feel the shark's snout and once you had felt it, you started throwing punches at it with not only your boney knuckles, but along with your might and strength you could muster in the moment. Finally after a few throws, the shark released his grip he had on you, and you immediately started to paddle yourself back to shore, as your life was dependent on getting some help as soon as possible.
Taylor would be waiting for you to come in, completely unaware of your situation.
As you paddled your way back, adrenaline rush was quickly fading and pain was setting in. You knew the wound was serious, but you don't know yet how serious. What scared you the most was the thought of possible amputation. Once you were close enough to shore, to where Taylor could see you, she gasped as she noticed the blood pooling around you and immediately came to your aid. It just couldn't be, her worst fear had been realized at the sight of your wound as she carried you the rest of the way. Beach goers had caught onto it and immediately rushed in to start helping you. Because of the blood loss, you were fading in and out of consciousness, while you were hearing distant voices nearby.
It was no mistake that Taylor's voice was the voice you could hear above all the others as she was in extreme panic mode.
"CALL 911!!! CALL 911!!! WE-I CAN'T LOSE HER!!!"
The next thing you hear is a lady on the phone calling for help as you were feeling a tourniquet being placed on the wound to try and stop it from bleeding anymore.
"Yes, someone was just attacked by a shark.."
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Taylor was almost hysterical as you felt being lifted onto a surfboard, as your journey through this took the next step.
"The ambulance isn't here yet!" Taylor protests.
"Don't worry about the ambulance, we'll meet it on the way."
After being placed in the bed of the truck, Taylor and a few others climbed in with you to keep you alert.
"Y/n? Y/n can you hear me?" Taylor says desperately.
That was the last thing you hear from her as you slip to being unconsciousness.
(Time skip)
As you come back out of it, you quickly understood that you were in a nearby memorial hospital.
Taylor was asleep beside you, holding your hand in hers. As you shift, it was enough movement to wake her up. Before anything was said, Taylor begins to cry a little bit.
"Taylor, please don't cry." You whisper, squeezing her hand.
"I'm not crying, I'm just so happy to see you awake. I've been more then very worried about you all this time. How do you feel? Does it hurt you at all?"
Slowly but reluctantly, you look down at your ankle as you try to prepare for the worst. This was the best miracle you had received, no more then a few stitches. Sure it was a little tender right then, but you brushed it off to protect Taylor from worrying anymore.
"No, I'm fine for right now."
Taylor lets out a sigh of relief, before engulf you.
