Tayvis one shots

Sick preformance

The roar of the crowd was deafening, a sea of fans cheering as Taylor Swift wrapped up her last song. The lights were bright, the energy electric, but Taylor could barely keep up. She'd been feeling under the weather all day, a feverish ache creeping through her body. But the show must go on, and she'd pushed through, delivering an incredible performance as always.

As the final chords of her song echoed through the stadium, Taylor waved to the crowd, a dazzling smile on her lips. But behind the scenes, her vision was blurring, and every step felt heavier than the last. She made it to the wings of the stage, her legs wobbling, when suddenly, everything went black.

Tree Paine, Taylor's ever-watchful publicist, was immediately by her side. "Taylor!" she cried out, catching her just in time before she crumpled to the ground. Panic surged through her; Taylor was burning up, her skin clammy and pale. She needed help, and fast.

Meanwhile, Travis Kelce was in the middle of a quiet evening, watching a replay of his team's last game. His phone buzzed urgently on the coffee table, and he picked it up, seeing Tree's name flash across the screen. His heart rate spiked—calls from Tree usually meant something serious.

"Tree, what's up?" he answered, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.

"Travis, it's Taylor," Tree's voice was

frantic, barely holding back the panic. "She fainted backstage. She's burning up, and she's barely conscious. We need to get her to a hospital, but she keeps asking for you."

Travis's heart dropped into his stomach. He sprang to his feet, already grabbing his keys and slipping on his shoes. "Where are you? I'll be there as fast as I can."

"We're at the arena," Tree replied, her voice shaky but resolute. "The medics are on their way, but she needs you."

"I'm on my way," he said, rushing out the door. His mind raced, filled with images of Taylor's bright smile and her stubborn determination. She always gave everything for her fans, even at the cost of her own well-being. But this was serious, and she needed him.

By the time Travis arrived at the arena, the medics were already there, preparing to transport Taylor to the hospital. He pushed through the throng of concerned staff and security, his focus only on reaching her. When he saw her lying on a stretcher, pale and shivering despite the blankets covering her, his chest tightened.

"Taylor!" he called out, rushing to her side. She turned her head weakly, her eyes fluttering open. Despite her condition, she managed a small smile when she saw him.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the commotion around them.

"Hey, babe," he responded, kneeling down to take her hand in his. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling the unnatural heat of her fever. "I'm here. You're gonna be okay."

Taylor squeezed his hand, her eyes glazing with tears. "I'm sorry," she murmured, guilt flickering in her gaze. "I should've listened to Tree and canceled. I just... didn't want to let everyone down."

Travis shook his head, his voice gentle but firm. "Don't apologize. You always give your all, but right now, you need to take care of yourself. We'll get you through this, okay?"

The paramedics nodded at him, indicating they needed to move. Travis stayed by Taylor's side as they wheeled her out to the ambulance. Tree followed closely, her expression a mix of worry and relief now that Travis was there.

At the hospital, the doctors confirmed Taylor had a severe viral infection, compounded by exhaustion and dehydration. They assured Travis and Tree that with rest and proper care, she'd make a full recovery, but she needed to stay overnight for monitoring.

Travis stayed by Taylor's side throughout the night, holding her hand as she slept fitfully. Tree handled the necessary calls to cancel the next few shows and inform the public, always a steady presence in the chaos.

As the night wore on, Taylor finally drifted into a deeper, more restful sleep. Travis sat back in his chair, exhaustion catching up to him, but he refused to leave her side. Tree brought him a coffee and a reassuring smile.

"She'll be okay," Tree said softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She's tough. And she's got you."

Travis nodded, glancing down at Taylor's peaceful face. "Yeah, she's the toughest person I know. But even the strongest need someone to lean on sometimes."

Tree smiled, watching the gentle way he looked at Taylor. "She's lucky to have you. You both are lucky to have each other."

As the first light of dawn filtered through the hospital window, Taylor stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find Travis still holding her hand. She gave him a weak but genuine smile, and he felt a surge of relief wash over him.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice stronger now.

"Hey," he echoed, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," she replied, squeezing his hand. "Thanks to you."

Travis chuckled softly. "You scared me there, you know."

She smiled, a bit of her usual spark returning. "Sorry. I guess I overdid it."

He shook his head, smiling warmly. "We'll get through this together, just like everything else."