Requested by: @Athena2083
This was probably the easiest chapter for me to write because I do have epilepsy and got diagnosed with it in 4th grade after I had a grand mal seizure on the playground after that seizure I was labeled as earthquake to everyone at school. And my seizure meds make me extremely exhausted to the point where I have a scheduled nap time every day.
The Eras Tour was in full swing, and the excitement in the air was electric. Taylor Swift had just taken the stage for one of the biggest shows of her life, her voice carrying across the packed stadium as fans screamed her name. Her golden hair sparkled under the lights, her energy radiating with every move she made. In the VIP tent, Travis Kelce stood proud, watching his wife own the stage, knowing how much this tour meant to her. He couldn't stop smiling.
Taylor moved into the bridge of "Cruel Summer," her body swaying with the beat as she belted out the high notes. But something felt off. The lights, normally an extension of her performance, seemed to grow brighter, harsher. She blinked, trying to focus, but her vision began to blur. Her heart started to race uncontrollably, and the edges of her world began to spin.
She stumbled slightly, her hand going to her head as if that could somehow steady the overwhelming dizziness. Her body was betraying her in front of thousands of people, and a wave of panic surged through her. The crowd continued cheering, unaware of the struggle happening on stage.
In the VIP section, Travis's smile faltered. He knew every subtle move Taylor made when she performed, and this wasn't part of the routine. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing, watching her carefully.
Suddenly, Taylor's legs gave out from under her. Her guitar slipped from her hands, clattering onto the stage with a deafening thud that cut through the music like a knife. She collapsed, her body hitting the floor in a violent, jerking seizure.
Time seemed to slow as the realization struck Travis like a lightning bolt. His heart stopped for a split second before adrenaline kicked in. Without a second thought, he bolted from the VIP tent, his legs carrying him faster than he'd ever run on the field. "Taylor!" he yelled, his voice barely audible over the panicked gasps of the crowd.
He leaped onto the stage, brushing past stunned security guards who were just beginning to react. "Call 911! Now!" he screamed at them, his voice cracking with urgency. The audience, now realizing something was seriously wrong, fell into an eerie silence. Travis dropped to his knees next to Taylor, his hands trembling as he tried to hold her still.
Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Her eyes were rolled back, her face pale, and she was completely unresponsive. "Stay with me, Tay. Please, stay with me," Travis whispered, his voice thick with fear. He cradled her head, shielding her from the lights that still blazed down on the stage.
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By the time the paramedics arrived, Taylor's seizure had subsided, leaving her unconscious and limp in Travis's arms. He refused to let go as they loaded her onto the stretcher, his mind racing through a million possibilities, none of them good. What had caused this? She was healthy, active, in the prime of her career. How could something like this happen?
As the ambulance sped toward the hospital, Travis clutched her hand, his heart pounding in his chest. The sirens blared, but all he could hear was his own panicked breathing, the rhythmic beeping of the machines, and the terrifying silence from Taylor.
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The sterile scent of the hospital greeted Travis like a slap in the face as they rushed Taylor into the ER. He wasn't used to feeling this helpless, and it gnawed at him as they wheeled her through the swinging doors into a room where he couldn't follow. He slumped into a chair in the waiting room, hands shaking uncontrollably.
