Tw: passing out, vomiting, mentions of shootings. (it'll make sense)
also if you see this as a new part im moving stuff around again!
check out all because I liked a boy for a new part, which will be put up shortly.
...
Taylors POV:
I lay in bed, feeling the weight of fatigue bearing down on me like a heavy blanket. Every movement seemed to require an immense effort, and I could feel the feverish heat radiating from my body.
Despite the warmth, shivers ran down my spine, sending chills through my limbs.
Travis probably amused I was asleep still, which I guess was rightfully deserved, I did just finish the Singaporean leg of the tour, and it took a lot out of me, making me feel even worse than I already was.
Travis entered the room, his presence a welcome sight amidst the haze of sickness that clouded my mind. His steps were cautious, his concern evident in the gentle furrow of his brow.
"tay? Are you up?" His voice, soft and soothing, reached me like a distant echo, pulling me back to the present moment.
"Mhmm," I murmured, turning to face him as he approached the bed.
"Oh! Are you okay? You've been asleep for a while..." His concern was palpable as he sat beside me, his touch tender as he played with my hair, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek.
"Just feel sick. Nothing much," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Aww, baby. Why don't you rest up in here, and I'll make you breakfast?" His offer was met with a nod from me, though the thought of food made my stomach churn uncomfortably.
He smiled gently, his warmth a comforting presence in the room, before leaving to prepare breakfast. The door creaked softly as he exited, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the oppressive weight of illness.
As I attempted to rise from the bed to use the bathroom, a wave of nausea swept over me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. With trembling hands, I reached out for support, but before I could steady myself, everything went black. The world seemed to spin, and the next thing I knew, I was collapsing to the ground, darkness enveloping me.
...
Travis's POV:
I heard a loud crash from upstairs. What was that? Did Taylor knock something over?
My heart raced as I rushed upstairs, my mind flooded with worry. I found Taylor lying on the floor of our room, unconscious.
"Oh my fucking god," I muttered under my breath, dropping to my knees beside her.
I checked her pulse, relieved to find that she was still alive. With a sense of urgency, I flipped her onto her back and propped up her feet, hoping to help her regain consciousness.
Slowly, she began to stir, sitting up and rubbing her temples. Then, to my dismay, she vomited on the floor. Without hesitation, I carried her to the bathroom, where she emptied her stomach into the toilet, retching with discomfort.
"Hey hon, it's okay," I said softly, trying to comfort Taylor as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"No, it's not," she replied hoarsely. "I fucking passed out and vomited on the floor. I'm such a bad girlfriend." She sobbed, clinging to my t-shirt.
"Where did you get the idea you were a bad girlfriend? Do you remember when you comforted me across the world when the shooting happened?" I reminded her gently.
She nodded, her sobs beginning to subside as she nestled closer into my embrace.
"You're not a bad girlfriend, don't say shit like that again, okay?" I insisted, lifting her up in my arms.
"Okay," she whispered, finding solace in my hold.I laid her down on the bed, tucking her in with the duvet.
pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before heading to the closet to grab some cleaning supplies.
After cleaning up her mess, I joined her in bed, wrapping my arms around her warm body, comforting her through the night.
"you'll get better soon
'Cause you have to"- soon youll get better,
taylor swift
YOU ARE READING
[ ᴛᴀᴠʏᴠɪs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs ]
Fanfiction✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ [ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴ ] ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ A collection of oneshots of Taylor swift and Travis Kelce. Started In February of 2023. ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ There is NO smut in this book. (Tw) placed over chapters with blo...