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come back, be here (Pt 2)

guys its the 13th part!!

why did I tell you i was going on a break then started writing like a madman...

i got bored, but its good for you!!!

anyway, here ya go!!

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Taylors POV:

A low groan escaped my lips as I gradually blinked my eyes open, the room swimming into focus around me. It was small, sterile, reminiscent of a hospital room. Was I truly here, or was it a figment of my exhausted mind?

My body felt leaden as I shifted, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Tree occupied a small couch nearby, her attention absorbed by the glowing screen of her laptop. Beside me, Travis sat in a chair, his grip on my hand firm and unwavering, as if I were his lifeline in a tumultuous sea.

I shifted slightly, my gaze drifting down to my arm where an IV dripped steadily into my vein, surrounded by a network of wires and monitors. The sight confirmed my suspicions – I was indeed in a hospital room.

The lingering pain in my abdomen served as a constant reminder of the events that had led me here, but it was a subdued ache compared to the agony I had experienced onstage.

Turning my head, I met Travis's concerned gaze, silently pleading for answers. His grip on my hand tightened, offering reassurance even as his expression betrayed the gravity of the situation.

"Travis, what happened?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words to convey the truth gently. His touch was tender as he brushed a stray lock of hair from my eyes before delivering the news.

"Tay, you just underwent surgery," he began, his voice soft but tinged with urgency.

"Your appendix burst."

The words hung in the air, sinking in slowly as I processed the implications. Panic threatened to engulf me, but Travis's presence provided a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

Tree rose from her seat, her footsteps echoing softly against the sterile floors as she approached me with a solemn expression.

"I've informed your parents, and they're eager to see you as soon as you return to the States. I've also reassured the crew and your friends that you're doing fine," she began, her tone measured and calm.

I interrupted her, a furrow forming on my brow.

"But how do my friends know what happened? None of them were here."

A flicker of discomfort passed over Tree's features before she responded.

"Well, there's been a video circulating online... of you collapsing under the stage," she explained tentatively.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "A video? How did that happen?"

Tree hesitated, her gaze faltering for a moment.

"It seems someone in the audience captured the moment and shared it online. It's gone viral."

I sat in stunned silence, grappling with the sudden realization of my public vulnerability.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

"We could release a statement reassuring everyone of your well-being," Tree suggested, her tone thoughtful.

"It might help dispel any rumors or concerns."

"Why would there be concerns?" I inquired, my heart pounding with apprehension.

"Well, some people seem to have jumped to... extreme conclusions," Tree replied carefully.

"There's a rumor circulating that... you might be... dead."

The words hung in the air, sending a chill down my spine.

"Dead? How could anyone think that?" I exclaimed, my mind reeling with disbelief.

The notion seemed absurd, yet there it was, a disturbing possibility looming over me like a shadow.

Tree shook her head, her expression mirroring my incredulity.

"I honestly don't know, Taylor. People tend to overreact, especially when it comes to someone they idolize."

"Well then, please... please do make a statement," I urged, my voice tinged with urgency.

The thought of my fans worrying needlessly was unsettling.

Travis's gentle touch brought me back to the present, his hand brushing my bangs away from my face. "It's going to be okay, princess," he assured me, his words a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.

Just then, a nurse entered the room, her surprise evident as she saw me awake and alert.

"Hello Miss Swift! Glad to say you are awake. How are you feeling?" She beamed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Uh, better than before," I answered, mustering a weak smile.

She nodded, her demeanor comforting. "That's great to hear! Now, we like to keep you here for the day before we can discharge you, just in case anything happens. It may be hard to walk, but you'll be back to normal after 1 - 4 weeks. We recommend you rest for at least a week," she explained gently, her words echoing the cautious optimism of the situation.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension as I absorbed her instructions, the reality sinking in as I shrunk into the thin white blanket of the hospital bed.

"I won't let her out of my sight!" Travis interjected, his protective instinct evident as he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

The nurse chuckled warmly. "I can see that! Well, I'll leave you guys alone now," she said, offering us a reassuring smile before heading out of the room, leaving us alone to process the events of the past hours.

As the painkillers began to weave their numbing spell over my senses, I felt my eyelids grow heavy, weighed down by the exhaustion that had settled deep within me. Each breath seemed to carry with it a whispered plea for respite, a silent yearning for the solace of sleep.

Travis's voice, a gentle murmur amidst the hushed ambiance of the hospital room, reached my ears like a soothing melody. His words, laden with concern and tenderness, stirred something within me, drawing me closer to the edge of slumber. With a tender touch, he played with strands of my blonde hair, his emerald gaze soft and filled with an unwavering affection that enveloped me like a warm embrace.

"You should sleep, Tay," he urged, his voice a comforting reassurance that washed over me like a gentle tide. In his presence, amidst the sterile surroundings of the hospital room, I found a sense of calm, a sanctuary where I could allow myself to surrender to the embrace of sleep.

With a weary nod, I acquiesced, allowing myself to succumb to the beckoning call of rest. Despite the discomfort of the hospital bed, I found solace in the knowledge that I was not alone, that Travis was by my side, a steadfast guardian watching over me as I drifted into the realm of dreams.

Post from Taylor Swift:

Hi guys! I know a video going viral of me passing out, but I promise I am fine and healing very well. I promise I am not dead. Thank you for all your well wishes <3

 you'll get better soon
'Cause you have to

- soon you'll get better, taylor swift

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this will need a pt 3, so ill get working on that soon...

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