@hanahgeorgie
Thank you Quin, for saving my night, me, and my mom. She's still smiling. I will forever remember your kindness and cherish my new bracelet 💛 #QuinIsTheBest #QuinAppreciation #QuincyIsQuin #QuinIsMyHero
@neverlandhoax
Apparently, Quincy prefers Quin, a fan shared a story and confirmed it. #QuinDarlington
@mothersfavcardigan
Quin with this little girl is the sweetest thing ever! Just when you think she can't get better 😭 #QuinDarlington #DontTellMyHusband #QuinWithKidsGiveMeBabyFever
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The energy at the Houston concert was palpable, the crowd's excitement reaching a fever pitch as Taylor delivered one hit after another. She waved to her fans before darting backstage for a quick costume change, her heart still racing from the performance.
The backstage area was a flurry of activity, with quick costume changes and precise coordination required between the crew members rushing to prepare for the next set and to keep the show running smoothly.
In the midst of the frenzy, Taylor rushed down a dimly lit passage to get back on stage in her new dress. Despite the crew's best efforts, the area was still a maze of cables and equipment, poorly illuminated and potentially hazardous. It proved to be treacherous, and she slipped, trying to break her fall with her hands.
A sharp pain shot through her left palm as it connected with something jagged. She gasped, cradling her injured hand against her chest but pulled away when she saw blood trickling from a cut. "Elie!" Taylor called out, her voice a mix of urgency and pain.
Within seconds, Elie, the medic, was kneeling beside Taylor. "Let me see," she said, her voice calm and professional. She gently took Taylor's hand and examined the deep cut, which was already bleeding heavily. Elie quickly began to clean the wound and prepare to stitch it up. Taylor winced but remained composed, knowing she had to get back on stage soon.
Quin, always vigilant, noticed the delay and made her way to the scene. She strode down the passageway, her tall, imposing figure cutting through the chaos backstage. Her eyes were sharp, and calculating as she took everything in.
Taylor winced, the pain sharp but manageable. As she sat there, her heart still racing from the performance and the sudden injury, she heard hurried footsteps approaching.
Quin appeared, her eyes scanning the scene with a mix of concern and fury. "What happened?" she demanded, her voice taut with tension.
Elie glanced up briefly, still focused on her task. "She fell. There's a cut on her palm. I'm stitching it up now."
Taylor winced as Elie continued her work, but her gaze was drawn to her bodyguard watching as her expression darkened, a flash of fury crossing her face. She tightened her jaw as she surveyed the dimly lit passageway. "This could have been avoided." The injured star was taken aback by the dangerously low mutter.
Quin clenched her fists, struggling to maintain her composure. She turned sharply, striding over to the backstage crew. Her presence commanded attention, and the crew members looked up, their expressions apprehensive.
Quin took a deep breath before addressing the backstage crew, her tone stern yet professional. "This is unacceptable," Quin began, her tone cold and clipped. "I want thos LED lights installed in all dark passageways for the rest of the tour. This is not optional."
The crew members shifted uncomfortably under Quin's steely gaze. "Safety is our top priority, and this will not happen again. Miss Swift's safety is non-negotiable, I don't want to see this happen again."
There was a chorus of nods and murmured agreements. Satisfied that her message had been received, Quin returned to Taylor's side. Her anger was still evident, simmering just beneath the surface.
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Guarding Her Heart | t.swift
Fanfiction[]Author Note, this book is being edited; - Chapter marked with ☑️ is being edited - Chapters marked with ✒️ are finished with editing[] ||''No one's ever had me, not like you''|| Quincy was no stranger to pain, love, loss, and death. And she was...
