Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Epilepsy

Tree Paine had always been fiercely protective of Taylor Swift. As her publicist, it was part of the job, but it went deeper than that. Over the years, their professional relationship had blossomed into a close friendship. Tree knew Taylor better than almost anyone—her quirks, her habits, and even her insecurities. But despite that closeness, there were still things Taylor kept to herself, things she was determined to handle alone.

One afternoon, as they were preparing for a series of interviews for an upcoming album release, Tree noticed something was off. Taylor was pacing the room more than usual, her hands fidgeting, and there was a strange tension in the air. Tree had seen Taylor nervous before, but this was different.

"You alright, Tay?" Tree asked, watching her closely.

Taylor glanced at her with a quick smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah, just... a lot going on. You know how it is."

Tree nodded, though her concern deepened. She'd learned to read between the lines with Taylor, and something about today felt heavier than usual. The interviews went smoothly, but even as they wrapped up the day, that tension lingered.

Later that evening, they were back at Taylor's house, going over the next day's schedule. Taylor was seated on the couch, her laptop on her knees, when Tree noticed something strange. Taylor's hand trembled for a second, and she suddenly stilled, her expression going blank. Before Tree could process what was happening, Taylor's entire body tensed, and she slid off the couch, convulsing on the floor.

Panic shot through Tree like ice. "Taylor!" she shouted, dropping everything and rushing to her side. She had no idea what was happening, but she tried to remember everything she knew about seizures from basic first aid. She gently turned Taylor on her side, making sure her airway was clear and that she wasn't going to hurt herself against any furniture.

The seizure lasted only a minute, but it felt like an eternity. When it was over, Taylor lay still, her body exhausted, and her breaths shallow. Tree knelt beside her, heart pounding, unsure of what to do next.

"Taylor?" Tree called softly. "Can you hear me?"

Taylor blinked slowly, her eyes glassy and unfocused at first, but eventually, she nodded. "Yeah," she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible. "I'm... okay."

Tree's heart was still racing, but she forced herself to stay calm. "What just happened? Do we need to call an ambulance?"

"No," Taylor said quickly, her voice hoarse. "It's okay. I... I have epilepsy."

Tree froze, her mind racing to catch up with what Taylor had just said. "Epilepsy? Since when? Why didn't you tell me?"

Taylor sat up slowly, leaning back against the couch as she took a few deep breaths. She looked exhausted, her face pale, and her hands still trembled slightly. "I was diagnosed a few years ago," she admitted, her voice quiet. "It's not something I like to talk about. I didn't want to worry anyone."

"Taylor," Tree said, her voice thick with disbelief and concern, "this is something you *should* have told me. I'm your publicist—more than that, I'm your friend. How long have you been dealing with this on your own?"

Taylor sighed, running a shaky hand through her hair. "A while. It's not like I have seizures all the time, and I've been taking medication for it. It helps, most of the time. But sometimes, when I'm stressed or not sleeping well, it can still happen."

Tree sat back, trying to process everything. She felt a mixture of anger, fear, and sadness swirling inside her. "But... why didn't you tell me? I could've helped. I could've made sure you weren't pushing yourself too hard."

"I didn't want anyone to treat me differently," Taylor admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been handling it, and I thought... if I told people, they'd start seeing me as fragile or sick. I didn't want that."

Tree's heart broke at the vulnerability in Taylor's voice. "You're not fragile, Taylor. But this is something serious. You shouldn't have to deal with it alone. What if this had happened during an interview or on stage? We need to make sure you're safe."

Taylor looked down at her hands, silent for a moment. "I know," she said softly. "It's just hard to admit. I don't like feeling... out of control."

Tree reached out and took Taylor's hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to be in control all the time. You have people who care about you, who want to help you. That includes me."

Taylor looked up at her, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Tree shook her head. "Don't apologize. I just want to make sure you're okay."

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of the revelation settling between them. Tree's mind was already racing with how they could adjust Taylor's schedule, how they could make sure she was safe without making her feel like she was being watched too closely.

Finally, Tree spoke again. "From now on, we're going to take this one step at a time. No more hiding this, okay? We'll figure out how to manage it, but you're not doing this alone anymore."

Taylor nodded, her expression softening with relief. "Okay. No more hiding."

Tree smiled, though there was still a flicker of concern in her eyes. "Good. Now, let's get you some rest."

Taylor smiled back, grateful to finally have shared the secret she had been carrying for so long. She knew things wouldn't be easy, but for the first time in a while, she didn't feel like she had to face it all alone.

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