Summary: You notice Taylor about to pass out towards the end of her show and rush backstage to care for her.
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Tonight had been hectic to say the least.
You had flown out to Brazil with Taylor for her shows and no one expected it to be as hot as it was.
All throughout the show, Taylor was giving out waters to the crowd or telling crew members to bring fans water bottles. You had to admit, you were sweating since you got in your seat next to Scott and Andrea, but you pushed through as to not worry Taylor if you went backstage mid-show.
You weren't expecting you to be the one worrying more about Taylor, however.
Yes, she seemed a little less energetic throughout the show, but that was the same as pretty much everyone there with how insanely hot it was.
However, towards the end of the show with only a few songs left, you noticed Taylor faltering a bit more and barely -- but you still noticed -- tripping over herself.
At one point in between songs, you noticed her breathing a lot heavier than she should be and you became overwhelmed with panic.
"Is she okay?" You said aloud, putting a hand on Andrea's shoulder who was sat next to you with a small handheld fan in her left hand.
Andrea looked to you and back to Taylor, paying more attention to her daughter's body language.
"She doesn't look good," Andrea said, her worry building as well. "She looks like she's about to pass out."
"Shit, okay, I need to meet her backstage," you say in a hurry as you stand up and grab a few waters from the cooler that Taylor insisted be put in the tent in the middle of the show.
You quickly left the tent and speedwalked all the way towards the back of the stage.
You showed the security guard your backstage pass before he even asked you for it before quickly making your way under the stage where Taylor would come off when the show was over.
But the time you got down there, she was finishing up Karma, so you only had to wait a few minutes before the stage began to lower and Taylor came into view.
You could hear her panting as she stepped off the stage and you quickly hurried over to her.
"Taylor!" You said, coming up to her and immediately taking her jacket off to cool her down a little.
"Y/n?" She asks confused. "What are you doing down here?"
"Tay, you looked terrible," you tell her, handing her a water bottle as you supported her by the waist and lead her to her dressing room. "You looked like you were gonna pass out on stage."
"I felt like I was," Taylor told you, gulping down half of the first water bottle you brought her. "God, I feel so dizzy."
You look up to her to see that her face had gone a little pale and you felt her lean in more to you.
"Taylor?" You asked, only for her to start to lose her footing and sway back and forth. "I need a chair!" You yell, looking around for anyone to get her a chair to sit Taylor down in. "Someone get a chair!"
A crew member came running over with a metal folding chair and quickly set it up against a wall for Taylor, who you gently sat down in it.
"Can you get a cloth, please?" You ask the crew member, who nods and speaks into his headset to get a cloth from first aid along with a wheelchair, because just looking at Taylor you could tell there was no way she was walking to her dressing room right now.
As you waited for the cloth, you helped Taylor to take sips of water and poured some onto ypur palm to gently put on her face. Her body swayed back and forth and her breathing was still very heavy.
