Requested by: @USMCRules
The December night was colder than Taylor had ever remembered. The stadium lights cast a harsh glow on the field below, illuminating the players in their final, fierce battle of the season. Taylor, wrapped in layers of warm clothing and snuggled in a private box with the Kelce family, could barely keep her eyes off her new husband, Travis Kelce. The excitement of the game was palpable, but so was the gnawing tension in her gut.
Just days ago, Taylor and Travis had exchanged vows in a small, intimate ceremony. Tonight's game was meant to be a celebration of their new life together, a moment to revel in their shared joy. But as the clock ticked down, the tension on the field reached its peak. Taylor's heart was in her throat as she watched Travis, focused and determined, fight for possession of the ball.
Then, it happened. A hard, jarring hit sent Travis crashing to the ground. Taylor's breath caught in her throat as the stadium fell into a stunned silence. She could see Travis lying motionless on the field, his body sprawled out and unmoving. The cold air felt like it had frozen her very soul. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the fear she felt.
The Kelce family's joyous cheering turned to horrified gasps. Jason Kelce, who had been celebrating with his wife Kylie and their children, was immediately on his feet, his face a mask of fear. Kylie clutched their children tightly, her eyes wide with worry. Taylor's gaze swept across the stands, spotting Ed Kelce's shocked expression as he tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
Unable to bear the sight of her husband lying there, Taylor's resolve hardened. She bolted from the private suite, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and determination. The icy December air stung her cheeks as she raced down the stairs, pushing past security and medics who tried to stop her. She barely noticed the cold as she made her way onto the field, her eyes locked onto the scene where Travis was being attended to.
Jason, Ed, and Kylie followed close behind, their concern mirroring Taylor's. The medics worked with practiced precision, assessing Travis's condition and preparing to move him. Taylor's heart ached as she saw the seriousness of their expressions. She reached the edge of the field, her voice breaking as she called out to Travis. "Travis! Please, tell me he's okay!"
The head medic, his face calm but serious, turned to her. "He's unconscious but stable. We need to get him to the hospital for further evaluation. He might have a concussion, but we need to run more tests."
Taylor's knees nearly gave way, but she managed to hold herself together. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched Travis being carefully lifted onto a stretcher. She reached out for his hand, her fingers brushing against his. "I'm right here," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere."
As the medics wheeled Travis off the field, Taylor followed closely, her heart heavy with fear. The stadium's once-vibrant energy had shifted to a tense, anxious murmur. The cold of the night seemed to seep deeper into her bones as she hurried alongside the ambulance, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of worry and hope.
The drive to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and cold, sterile air. Taylor sat in the ambulance beside Travis, holding his hand tightly. Every bump and turn felt like an eternity, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. She could barely focus on the route, her entire being consumed by the fear for her husband's well-being.
Upon arrival at the hospital, the waiting room was filled with a palpable, suffocating tension. Taylor, Travis's family, and a few close friends gathered in a semi-circle, their faces etched with concern. The clock seemed to move agonizingly slow as they waited for news. Taylor paced the room, her heart heavy with anxiety.
Finally, the doctor emerged, and the room fell into an anxious silence. The doctor's calm demeanor provided a small comfort amid the overwhelming worry. "Travis is awake and responsive," the doctor said, his voice reassuring. "He has a mild concussion, but he'll need to rest and follow up with us in the next few days. He should make a full recovery, but we'll keep him here for observation overnight."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. Taylor's legs felt weak with relief, but she forced herself to remain upright. She quickly made her way to Travis's room, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope.
Inside the hospital room, Travis lay in bed, looking pale but awake. Taylor could see the fatigue in his eyes as he glanced at her. A small, reassuring smile touched his lips. "Hey," he said weakly, his voice rough but warm.
Taylor took his hand gently, her own trembling. "Hey," she replied softly, her voice breaking. "You scared me half to death."
"I'm sorry," Travis said, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of apology and affection. "I didn't mean to. But I'm okay. Just need to rest."
Taylor nodded, her heart still racing but filled with relief. She settled into a chair beside him, her hand gently squeezing his. The room was quiet except for the soft beeping of medical monitors and the occasional rustle of the hospital sheets. The cold December night outside seemed a world away as Taylor focused on Travis, her thoughts finally finding some semblance of peace.
As Travis drifted off to sleep, Taylor remained by his side, her heart full of love and gratitude. The day had been harsh and fraught with tension, but through it all, the warmth of being with Travis, knowing he was on the road to recovery, made everything feel a little bit better.
In the days that followed, Taylor and Travis faced the aftermath of the incident together. They navigated the challenges of Travis's recovery with a renewed sense of appreciation for their time together. The cold December night had brought them face-to-face with the realities of Travis's profession, but it had also strengthened their bond, proving that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love and commitment.
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