Taylor Swift x Reader imagines

Seizures

Warnings: seizures, hospitals, injections

You first feel a sharp throb radiating through your forehead, it makes you wince even though you're only partially conscious. Your limbs are also very heavy and your eyes were sensitive to the light. 

You had been feeling really nauseous and shaky you vaguely remember trying to make it to a couch but not before slumping into the arms of your girlfriend, Taylor, who luckily happened to be close enough. 

Two weeks before the first show you and Taylor were at rehearsals for the Eras tour. You had been trying your best to help out wherever you could even though you didn't work for her. You just wanted to be supportive and try to reduce her stress, clearly it backfired. 

You had been vigilante of your blood sugar not wanting to be a burden but it must've been in the tank which caused you to pass out. You started seizing soon after, leaving Taylor to call for a medic to bring an emergency kit with a glucagon that was used for emergency lows. 

You realized you were still in Taylor's arms and there was a hushed conversation. You didn't quite understand what they were saying but you could recognize their voices. Your girlfriend, her parents, Austin, etc..."come back to me, sweetheart, open your eyes."

A gentle hand brushes through your, hair brushing stray hairs away from your clammy forehead, "I'm trying, hurts," you mumble. You really were, you didn't want to cause anymore trouble than you already had.

"We know it does, but the medics want to make sure the glucagon is doing its job," said mama Swift. 

You groan as you try to sit up, "How are you feeling, babe?" Asked Taylor softly you opened your eyes to see that your girlfriend was just one of many concerned faces. You were groggy and uncomfortable, seizures kicked your butt.

"I'm okay." You lied. Austin's was handing you a sandwich and two juice boxes. "Thanks." You slowly ate and sipped your capri sun in between bites.

Andrea's was rubbing small circles on your back and you began to feel guilt melt away. You answer the medics questions as you let them take new readings by pricking your finger. 

"You're levels still aren't great, Y/N, if it gets worse or you start to feel like you're going to seize again, we're taking you to the hospital," said Taylor the conviction in her voice left no room for argument. 

You try standing up again, not really sure where you want to go or what you want to do. A fog of confusion takes over your mind, and before you know it Taylor is grasping your shoulders looking at the medics. 

"Lay her down on the floor."

"It's alright, baby, just-" Taylor knows to encourage you to let it happen, to let her family and the medics take care of you when your whole body goes limp. Your girlfriend holds you steady, turning you on your side as you start to convulse again. 

The medics prepare a second dose of glucagon, there's little Taylor can do but stop you from hurting yourself as you ride it out. 

Taylor shares a look with her parents as the medic injects your upper arm, there's an unspoken agree,ent to take you to the ER now. Rehearsals can wait, you are more important and they need to get this under control in a secure environment with additional options available.

-

When you woke up for the second time you knew exactly where you were, it wasn't the rehearsal space.

You were in Vanderbilt hospital, and more specifically the diabetic clinic on the third floor.

"Hey baby doll," said Taylor noticing you were awake. She was smiling in relief that you were okay, you realized she hadn't changed out of her rehearsal clothes from earlier. Her eyes were also red like she had been crying. 

She's able to almost read your mind and answer any questions you have before you ask them. "Visiting hours were over - so I may or may not have used my fame to stay here with you."

You laugh groggily, but then frown. "Tay, I shouldn't be getting special treatment."

Taylor laughs too, you were always conscious of not using your girlfriend to get special treatment. It was something she loved about you, "I know sweetheart..." she paused. "I just couldn't sit at home knowing you were by yourself...you worried me today, Y/N." 

"I know, I'm sorry babe," you carefully reached out a hand to hold Taylor's. "I also interrupted rehearsal" you sighed. "I know you've been working really hard and this tour is super important to you."

Taylor shook her head, "baby none of this is your fault. I know how good you are about taking care of your blood sugar. It sucks that your body betrayed you, but you come first always", she said kissing your forehead causing you to smile like an idiot.

You insisted Taylor sleep in your bed and were relieved to find out the doctors were releasing you the next day.

"How are you doing, honey?" Asked Andrea as she and Scott walked into your hospital room that next morning with a bouquet of flowers. 

"Much better. I'm sorry I scared you guys."

"Nothing to be sorry for, Y/N." Scott reassure. Did they figure out what was going on?

"They basically said I just overdid it this week the stress took its toll and my body couldn't keep up. I thought I was doing a good job, guess not."

Taylor gives you a reassuring smile, "it's okay baby you didn't know and your monitor wasn't accurate either. Your health is not a bother."

"Never a bother sweetie. It's not even a question," Andrea says squeezing your hand gently.

Listening to their reassurance made you feel more relaxed about everything. "Thanks, for all your help and for getting me to the hospital and for the flowers."

"We don't want to see you sick again because we care Y/N, but if we had to we'd do it again in a heartbeat because you're family now," said Scott. 

"See babe," said Taylor. Kissing the side of your head. 

That afternoon you went to Andrea's house where you rested on the couch. Andrea insisted on looking after you since Taylor insisted you stay home while she went back to tour rehearsals only calling you every hour to check in.