Tayvis one shots

Dizzy

This is a very long one so enjoy !!

Travis Kelce stood in the middle of the field, staring down at his cleats, the bright Kansas City sun beating down on him. Tomorrow was the season opener, and the entire team was buzzing with excitement. The Chiefs were poised for another Super Bowl run, and Travis had spent the whole offseason training harder than ever, determined to dominate.

But as he ran his routes during the walkthrough, something felt wrong. His vision blurred slightly, and his legs felt heavier than they should have. He shook it off at first—"It's just the heat," he thought, trying to brush away the uneasy feeling creeping in.

But as practice dragged on, the dizziness only worsened. He'd break from the line, charge forward, and the ground seemed to shift beneath him. Twice now, he'd stumbled coming out of his cuts, something that never happened. It felt like his body was betraying him at the worst possible moment.

He ran another route, trying to push through, but as soon as he turned to catch the ball, his footing slipped again. He barely managed to stay upright, but the ball flew past him, untouched.

From the sideline, Coach Andy Reid had been watching closely. Travis Kelce rarely made mistakes, especially not on simple walkthrough plays. When he missed the ball again, stumbling as if his legs weren't cooperating, Coach Reid knew something was off.

"Kelce!" Reid's voice cut through the humid air like a knife. "Get over here."

Travis jogged toward him, feeling his pulse quicken—not from exertion, but from something deeper, something that felt like fear. He was dizzy again, worse this time, and a small part of him wondered if he might pass out right there on the field. But he couldn't show weakness, not now, not right before the biggest game of the year.

"You alright, son?" Reid asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "You've been off all day."

Travis nodded quickly, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, Coach. Just not feeling a hundred percent, but I'm fine. I'll be good for tomorrow."

But Reid wasn't buying it. He had seen too many players push themselves too hard and pay the price. "Get the medics over here," he called out, motioning to the team's medical staff who were lingering nearby.

Travis gritted his teeth as the medics approached. He knew what was coming, and he hated it. He hated being treated like he was fragile, like he needed to be saved from himself. He was Travis Kelce, one of the toughest, most reliable players in the NFL. Missing a game wasn't an option.

The medics went through their usual checks, taking his pulse, asking him a series of questions. "Have you been drinking enough water?" one asked. "Feeling any chest pain, dizziness, anything unusual?"

Travis wanted to lie. He wanted to say no, that everything was fine, that he just needed a break and he'd be ready. But the truth was, the dizziness hadn't let up all day, and even now, as he stood there, he felt slightly off-balance, like the ground wasn't quite steady beneath him.

He sighed. "Yeah, I've been feeling dizzy. But it's not a big deal. I can play through it."

The medics exchanged glances, clearly concerned. After a few more tests, they pulled Coach Reid aside, speaking in low tones, but Travis could still hear them.

"He's showing signs of dehydration and fatigue. He needs to rest. We're advising he sit out at least the first game to recover fully. Pushing through this could make it worse."

Travis's heart sank. Sit out? He couldn't sit out. Not for the first game of the season. The entire city of Kansas City had been waiting for this, the fans, the team, the coaches. And more than that, he had been waiting. This was supposed to be his moment to start the season strong, to lead the team to victory from the very first whistle.