As much as I love fics about Taylor being her singer-songwriter self, in this fic she's a physiotherapist.
Travis is as usual a football player.
And you all know it's a work of fiction so if the things about profession or procedures is not accurate, just ignore them. They are just made up for the story.
This fic is mostly (which is like 99.99999%) gonna be in Taylor's perspective and it will be continued in that only until mentioned.
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(Teaser)
"Please, talk to me," Taylor had begged, pacing the room, her heart pounding with fear. "Let me come over. We can get through this together."But he had refused, his words sharp, cutting. "No, Taylor. You can't fix this. You can't fix me."
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"Hello, everyone. I'm Dr. Taylor Swift" - "Travis has had a stellar career, but this injury is one of the worst he's faced. He's had a few injuries in the past, but nothing like this. We've heard great things about your hospital, especially with your work on high-profile cases." -xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"I said no, alright?" Travis snapped, his voice sharper than before. He immediately looked away, his fists clenching slightly, as if regretting the outburst.Taylor paused, her hands still on his leg as she considered her next words. "I get it, Travis. This is hard. But you're not alone in this."
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Journey of how Taylor and Travis help each other heal from their wounds that they have been carrying.
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I welcome all the votes and comments(pl no hate ones) and If you guys have any suggestions or ideas making the chapter better, I'll try if I can edit those.
I will try to update every 1-2 days
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I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - A Tayvis Story
Fanfiction"Please, talk to me," Taylor had begged, pacing the room, her heart pounding with fear. "Let me come over. We can get through this together." But he had refused, his words sharp, cutting. "No, Taylor. You can't fix this. You can't fix me." xxxxxxxxx...