Tayvis: Twists of Fate

Chapter - 22 : You are in Love

Taylor burst through the hospital doors, her heart racing. She saw officers sitting outside the room.

One of them stood up as she approached. "He didn't get hurt a lot, just some minor injuries," the officer explained. "We tried calling his mother, but she was out of town. Thank God you called. He hasn't woken up yet, but he has wounds on his hands and legs. I think he would need your help."

Taylor, tears streaming down her face, asked, "Can I meet him?"

"Yes, you may," the officer said.

Taylor rushed inside the room, her eyes landing on Travis lying on the bed, unconscious. She leaned over him, scolding him softly, "Travis Kelce, the moment you open your eyes, I'll kill you. How dare you do this? You better get well soon, else it won't be good for you."

She held his hand and stayed by his side the whole night, refusing to leave him. Eventually, she fell asleep in a sitting position, still clutching his hand.

In the middle of the night, Travis slowly opened his eyes. He saw Taylor holding his hand and sleeping. A small smile played on his lips, despite the pain kicking in. He gave a soft sigh, which woke Taylor up.

She blinked, rubbing her eyes, then saw him awake. "Travis! How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine," he replied weakly. "But I need to pee."

Seeing him struggle to get up, Taylor quickly moved to help him. "I'll help you," she said.

Travis tried to protest. "Taylor, you don't have to—"

But she didn't listen. "Shut up, Travis. Let me help you," she insisted.

She helped him limp to the bathroom, feeling awkward but determined. Once he was done, she guided him back to the bed and made sure he was comfortable.

"Thank you," Travis said, genuinely touched by her care.

"Don't thank me," Taylor replied sternly. "You scared me to death, you idiot."

She pulled out her phone and video called Donna. When Donna's face appeared on the screen, she looked worried.

"Travis, are you okay?" Donna asked, her voice shaking.

"I'm fine, Mom," Travis reassured her. "Taylor's here. She's been taking care of me."

Donna looked relieved. "Thank you, Taylor."

Taylor nodded. "You should be thanking me. He's in big trouble for scaring us like this."

After the call ended, Taylor turned to Travis. "You need to take better care of yourself, Travis. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," he admitted, looking down. "I was angry and frustrated. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Promise me you'll never do something like this again," Taylor said, her eyes serious.

"I promise," Travis said, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Taylor."

Taylor sighed, sitting down beside him. "You're my friend, Travis. I care about you. Seeing you like this... it hurts."

"I know," Travis replied softly. "I didn't realize how much I was hurting everyone around me."

Taylor squeezed his hand. "We're going to get through this together, okay? But you need to stop doing reckless things."

"I will," Travis promised, looking at her with gratitude and a hint of something more.

The next day, Taylor insisted on taking Travis to her home since Donna was out of town. Despite his protests, she remained firm. "Travis, you need to rest and heal. I'm taking a week off from the office to make sure you're okay."

"But Taylor, you really don't have to—" Travis began.

"This is important for me too," she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument.

At her home, Taylor prepared breakfast. Seeing Travis struggle to eat because of his injuries, she grabbed the bowl and started feeding him. Travis felt a flutter in his stomach, a new and unfamiliar sensation. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she carefully spooned the food into his mouth.

After feeding him, Taylor wiped his mouth with a tissue. "You should change your clothes," she said, moving to help him out of his shirt.

As Taylor began to wipe his body with a towel, the heat in the room seemed to rise. Travis felt restless under her touch, and it was equally awkward for Taylor. She tried to push aside her thoughts, reminding herself she was doing this for a friend.

Travis, on the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off Taylor. Her hands, gentle yet firm, moved over his bare skin, creating sensations he hadn't felt before. Taylor noticed his gaze and tried to lighten the mood. "You're staring, Travis. What's up with you?"

Her question snapped him back to reality. "Oh, nothing," he mumbled, brushing off the question.

Taylor finished dressing him and left the room. Travis leaned back and smiled to himself, unable to shake the feeling he had. Were things changing between them?

As the day went on, Taylor remained attentive to his needs, making sure he was comfortable. Travis, still trying to process his feelings, found himself watching her more closely. She moved with a grace and determination that he hadn't fully appreciated before.

That evening, as they sat together watching TV, Taylor glanced over at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," he replied, his eyes not leaving her face. "Thanks to you."

She smiled softly. "It's nothing. I'm just glad you're okay."

"Taylor," he began, hesitating slightly, "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"You don't have to say that," she said, brushing it off. "We're friends. We look out for each other."

Travis nodded, but the words didn't seem sufficient. "No, really. I mean it. You've done so much for me. More than I ever deserved."

Taylor looked at him, her expression softening. "You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," he said immediately. "Without a doubt."

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with unspoken thoughts and feelings. Travis found himself wanting to say more, to express the growing affection he felt for her. But the words wouldn't come.

Later that night, as Taylor was preparing to head to bed, she paused at the doorway to his room. "Good night, Travis. If you need anything, just call me."

"I will. Good night, Taylor," he replied, watching her leave.

Lying in bed, Travis replayed the day's events in his mind. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of Taylor, her kindness, and the way she had been taking care of him. It was a new feeling, but one he was beginning to welcome.

The next morning, Taylor continued her care routine. As she helped him with his breakfast, he couldn't resist asking, "Why are you doing all this, Taylor?"

She looked at him, surprised by the question. "Because you're my friend, Travis. And friends take care of each other."

"Is that all?" he asked, searching her eyes.

Taylor hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, that's all. Now eat your breakfast."

Travis sighed, realizing that while he might be developing deeper feelings, Taylor seemed to be focused on just being a good friend. But he couldn't deny the growing bond between them, one that seemed to be deepening with each passing day.