Tw- Blood, Hospitals,
The roar of the crowd still pulsed in Taylor Swift's ears as she took her final bow on stage. The lights dimmed, and the curtains began to close, but the high of the concert was quickly fading into a throbbing ache in her abdomen. She smiled weakly at her backup dancers and band members as they walked off the stage together, but each step she took felt heavier than the last. Something was wrong, very wrong.
By the time she made it to her dressing room, her vision was starting to blur, and the pain in her stomach had escalated from a dull throb to a sharp, twisting sensation. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and a wave of nausea surged up from her stomach, so sudden that she barely had time to react. She bolted for the bathroom, collapsing to her knees just as the contents of her stomach forced their way up, splashing into the toilet.
Taylor choked, gasping for breath between violent retches. That's when she noticed it—blood. A sickening, deep red streaked through the vomit, and her heart lurched with panic. The sight of blood mixed with bile turned her stomach even more, and she retched again, harder this time, until the toilet bowl was filled with dark, clotted blood. Her hands shook as she gripped the edge of the toilet, her vision spinning and her body trembling uncontrollably.
"K-Kam..." she tried to call out, but her voice was weak, barely a croak. She tried again, louder this time, as another wave of nausea wracked her body. "Kam!"
Kam, one of her backup dancers, had just finished packing up his gear and was heading toward the exit when he heard Taylor's voice, faint but frantic. He rushed toward the bathroom, his heart pounding as he pushed open the door.
What he saw made him freeze in his tracks. Taylor was slumped on the bathroom floor, her body trembling, and the toilet bowl in front of her was a gruesome sight. Blood stained the rim and splattered across the floor tiles, mixing with her vomit. Kam's stomach turned, but his concern for Taylor overrode his initial shock.
"Oh my God, Taylor!" Kam rushed to her side, kneeling next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "What's happening? Are you okay?"
Taylor's head lolled to the side, her eyes glazed with pain and fear. "Kam... I'm... I'm dying... it's a blood bath..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Kam's heart skipped a beat as panic seized him. "What? Dying? No, no, we need to get you help!" He scrambled to his feet, unsure of what to do next, his hands shaking. "I'll go get the others! Just... hang in there!"
He stumbled out of the bathroom, his heart racing as he sprinted down the hallway toward the dressing room where Taylor's fiancé, Travis Kelce, her friends Jason Kelce, and Jason's wife Kylie were waiting. They had stayed behind after the show to hang out, unaware of the chaos unfolding just a few doors down.
"Guys!" Kam burst into the room, his voice breathless and panicked. "Taylor—she's in the bathroom—she's bleeding! She says she's dying!"
Travis immediately jumped to his feet, his face draining of color. "What? What do you mean she's bleeding?" His voice was sharp with fear, and his eyes searched Kam's face for any sign that this was some kind of joke.
"I don't know, man, but it's bad," Kam said, his voice shaky. "She said it's a blood bath, and there's blood all over the bathroom. I don't know what to do!"
Jason frowned, his skepticism showing as he exchanged a glance with Travis. "Are you sure it's not Taylor being dramatic? You know how she can be sometimes."
Kam shook his head, his expression serious. "No, this isn't her being dramatic. There's blood everywhere, Jason."
Kylie, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, stood up abruptly, her face filled with concern. "Wait," she said, holding up a hand to stop the growing panic. "Before we all start freaking out, let's think this through. There are only two possibilities here."
