Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

tumbling down

Travis

"Hey baby!" I shut the door behind me and slipped off my shoes. The house was quiet but that wasn't unusual. It was only 10am, and while Taylor would usually be wide awake by this time, we'd had a late night last night doing– certain things. Things that would probably leave her very sore this morning.

I threw off my sweaty shirt and tossed it in the washing machine, then went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. If Taylor hadn't already run downstairs to see me, it meant she was likely fast asleep.

Deciding to make her breakfast in bed, I quickly downed my own bowl of cereal, then made her some blueberry pancakes with strawberries and blueberries on top, and a generous amount of maple syrup.

Smiling proudly at my efforts, I put the plate onto a tray along with a mug of coffee and a cup of water with a little pink flower– because why not.

Just as I was about to pick up the tray and take it upstairs, I heard a squeal, a few loud thuds, then a heavy groan.

"Taylor?" I ditched the tray of food, and ran towards the stairs, gasping when I found her curled in a ball at the bottom of the staircase, clutching her ankle as her body trembled. "Tay– shit– what happened?"

Taylor groaned in response. It was clear she had fallen down the stairs, but I had no idea how that could've happened. It almost would've been funny if she hadn't been hurt.

"It hurts." She whispered, and tears suddenly filled her eyes.

"Alright, let's get you to the hospital." I tried not to panic, and lifted her up bridal style, carrying her straight to the car.

"Ow," She sucked in a breath through her teeth and grabbed her shoulder gently, "Fuck– everything hurts." Taylor groaned as I placed her gently into the passenger seat and put her seatbelt on.

"I know baby, just take deep breaths, you're okay." I said and she moaned in pain as I shut her door and dashed around to the drivers seat.

"Travis, you don't have a shirt on." Taylor mumbled with the smallest, slightest giggle as I buckled my seatbelt.

I looked down, and scrunched my face. "Shit– I'll be right back." Running upstairs, I grabbed a random shirt from my closet and tossed it over my head, then ran back down to the car, and drove towards the hospital.

"What happened baby?" I said after a minute, as I sped, safely, through the streets.

"I don't know." She groaned, "I felt sick this morning... I threw up a few times and my head was all woozy..." She breathed heavily as she spoke, obviously in pain, "Then when I tried to walk down the stairs I just– stumbled. Next thing I knew I was at the bottom."

"Oh baby..." I frowned, "you felt sick?"

"I think I have a stomach bug, I've been feeling sick for a few days." She murmured, "And now I feel even worse." Taylor winced, still holding her shoulder. "This is so fucking painful!"

"Just hold on Tay, we're almost there." I assured her, and kept glancing worriedly towards her the rest of the drive, making sure she was somewhat okay.

When we arrived at the hospital, doctors and nurses quickly took over, wheeling Taylor into an exam room as I followed behind. I stayed by her side the whole time, holding her hand tightly as every part of her body was assessed.

"Alright," The doctor walked back in after what felt like hours, with a small chart in her hands, "So your shoulder was dislocated, but Dr. Grey already popped that back into place and got you the sling?" The doctor started and Taylor nodded, gently brushing her hand over her left arm that was hanging in a sling against her chest. "And how's that feeling?"