LOGAN'S POV
"Hey, hey, hey, princess, I'm not leaving," Taylor says, running her fingers through my hair. I shake my head still crying. "Can you tell me 5 things you can see?" Taylor asks. I slowly nod unsure about what to do.
"Um, the computer, the blanket, you, the chair, my clipboard chart," I say, starting to pick at my skin. Taylor takes my hands and holds them. I look up at her.
"Good, good, what about 4 things you can touch?" Taylor asks.
"The bedsheet, the blanket, your hands, um I don't know you?" I am confused.
"3 things you can hear?" Taylor asks, rubbing her thumb across my hand.
"I don't know," I say, starting to panic again.
"It's okay! Can you hear 3 things?" Taylor asks, wiping my tears. I nod slowly.
"Um, your voice, nurses talking, I don't know, I don't know! I can't do this!" I say breaking down. Taylor pulls me closer and rubs my back.
"Yes you can Logan! Yes you can princess! One more thing. Please. It's okay, don't give up," Taylor says. I nod again.
"Your voice, nurses talking, and the birds outside," I say shrugging. Taylor nods.
"Good job, good job Logan, what about 2 things you can smell?" Taylor asks.
"Gross, the hospital, and hospital food," I say smiling. Taylor kisses the top of my head.
"Haha, very funny," Taylor says laughing. "This one's hard, what's one thing you can taste?" I think for a second and shrug again.
"I don't know. Saliva?" I ask, smiling. Taylor smiles down at me and we both laugh. "What was that for?" I ask.
"It's for panic attacks, if you get really stressed, it's called 54321, Tree's done it a lot for me," Tay says. I nod slowly.
"Well, thanks," I say looking down.
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You Look Like Taylor Swift
Teen FictionWhen Taylor Swift was 17 years old she got pregnant. She had just signed a record deal and knew having a kid would affect her future. She gives birth to a daughter and sends her to an adoption center. Logan is a 15 year old girl. She is still alone...
