Tayvis one shots

Traviss injury

The locker room was filled with tension. Travis Kelce, having taken a hard hit on the field, lay on a medical bed, his body tense and face contorted in pain. The effects of the pain medication had begun to kick in, leaving him groggy and disoriented. His breathing was labored, and his normally sharp eyes were clouded with the fog of medication.

Travis (slurring, reaching out weakly): Taylor... need Taylor...

Medical Staff (quickly assessing him): We've called Taylor. She's on her way. Just try to stay calm.

Travis (trying to focus, voice wavering): Taylor... makes everything... better...

Medical Staff (working efficiently around him, speaking softly): We're going to continue monitoring you. Hang in there. Taylor will be here soon.

Scene: Taylor Swift's Arrival

Taylor Swift arrived at the stadium, her face etched with worry. She moved swiftly through the hallways, her heart pounding with anxiety. She was ushered into the locker room, her eyes searching for Travis.

Taylor (seeing Travis on the medical bed, rushing to his side): Travis! I'm here!

Travis (turning his head slowly, eyes struggling to focus on her): Taylor... you're here...

Taylor (taking his hand, her voice tender and reassuring): Yes, I'm here. How are you feeling?

Travis (voice slurred, eyes drooping): Feels... floaty... hurts...

Taylor (sitting beside him, gently rubbing his arm): Just focus on me. Everything's going to be alright. I'm right here with you.

Medical Staff (observing Taylor's interaction with Travis): We're running more tests to make sure everything's okay. Taylor's presence seems to be helping him stay calm.

Travis (eyes fluttering, voice faint): Love you...

Taylor (leaning closer, brushing his hair back): I love you too. Just rest now. You're going to be okay.

Scene: Comforting Travis

Taylor settled beside Travis, keeping her voice soothing and steady. The medication had made him drowsy, but Taylor's comforting presence helped him feel more secure. She continued to hold his hand, speaking softly to distract him from his pain.

Taylor (softly): You're doing great. Just relax. I'm here with you. We'll get through this.

Travis (eyes closing, a faint smile on his lips): Thanks... for coming...

Taylor (smiling warmly, her eyes filled with love): Of course. I wouldn't be anywhere else. Just focus on resting.

**As the night went on, Taylor remained by Travis's side, her presence a constant source of comfort. She kept up a gentle stream of soothing words and reassuring touches, helping to ease his discomfort as the pain medication continued to work.

Taylor (whispering): Remember how we always talk about our future plans? Just focus on getting better. We have so much to look forward to.

Travis (voice faint, struggling to stay awake): Yeah... future...

Taylor (nodding, continuing to hold his hand): Yes, we have a lot of wonderful things ahead of us. For now, just rest. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere.

Medical Staff (finishing their evaluations, speaking to Taylor): We've completed the necessary tests. There's no severe damage, but we'll need to monitor him for the next few hours. Your presence has been very calming for him.

Taylor (still holding Travis's hand, her voice steady): Thank you. I'll stay with him. He's going to be okay.

Scene: Reflection and Recovery

As the hours passed, the pain medication continued to work, leaving Travis in a drowsy but more relaxed state. Taylor stayed close, her presence providing a sense of peace amidst the medical equipment and staff. She spoke softly, her words a comforting balm to Travis's lingering discomfort.

Taylor (gently): I'm here with you through every step of your recovery. We'll face whatever comes next together.

Travis (eyes closing, his breathing more even): Thanks for... being here...

Taylor (smiling, brushing a strand of hair from his face): It's my pleasure. I love you, and I'm here for you always.

As Travis drifted off to sleep, Taylor continued to stay by his side, her love and care evident in every touch and word. The atmosphere in the room, once filled with anxiety, softened with Taylor's unwavering support. Her presence turned a painful and frightening experience into one of profound connection and reassurance.

Taylor (whispering softly as Travis sleeps): Rest easy. We'll get through this together. I'm right here with you.

The night wore on with Taylor's comforting presence ensuring that Travis felt supported and cared for as he recovered from his injury