Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Broken foot

As the final notes of "All Too Well" echoed through the packed stadium, Taylor Swift smiled through the surge of adrenaline, the roar of the crowd surrounding her like a warm embrace. It had been an incredible show, but midway through shake it off, she felt a sharp twist in her ankle during one of her signature jumps. The pain had startled her, but with the lights, music, and energy, she pushed it aside. "It's probably just a sprain," she thought, brushing off the discomfort as she rushed backstage for a quick outfit change.

In the flurry of stylists and makeup artists, Taylor hastily grabbed an ankle sleeve, pulling it on without much thought. "Just need to make it through the encore," she mumbled to herself, slipping on her boots over the sleeve. With the support of the sleeve and the ongoing adrenaline rush, she managed to finish the set, only feeling occasional twinges of pain.

After the show, Taylor made her way back to the dressing room. The adrenaline that had once masked the pain started wearing off, leaving a dull ache in her foot. She finally had a moment to breathe and decided to take off her boots.

As she peeled off her stage boots and then the ankle sleeve, her heart sank. Her foot was horribly swollen, covered in black and blue bruises, and it looked almost unrecognizable. Taylor winced as the throbbing pain set in—clearly more than just a sprain.

"Tree!" she called out, her voice a mix of alarm and disbelief.

Tree Paine, her publicist and closest confidant, walked into the room, immediately noticing Taylor's concerned expression. "What's wrong?" Tree asked, her tone sharp with concern.

Taylor gestured toward her foot, biting her lip. "I thought it was just a sprain... but look."

Tree's eyes widened at the sight of Taylor's discolored and swollen foot. "Tay, this looks bad. Like, really bad." She dropped down to inspect it more closely. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I figured I could just power through," Taylor said sheepishly, the pain now making her regret her earlier decision.

Tree shook her head, her expression growing more serious. "You need to get this checked out. We're going to the ER, no arguments."

Taylor tried to protest, still in her post-performance daze. "It's probably just bruised. I'll ice it and—"

"Taylor," Tree interrupted firmly, already pulling out her phone to call a car. "No. We're going. You could've seriously hurt yourself."

Reluctantly, Taylor nodded, allowing Tree to help her gather her things before heading to the hospital. Every step sent sharp pangs up her leg, and by the time they arrived at the ER, the pain was nearly unbearable.

After an X-ray, the doctor came back with the results. "Ms. Swift," he began, looking at the chart, "I hate to break it to you, but you've got a pretty severe fracture in your foot. Honestly, I'm surprised you were able to keep walking on it."

Taylor groaned, leaning her head back against the hospital bed. "I didn't think it was that bad. I just thought it was a sprain."

The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile. "Adrenaline can mask a lot of pain, but you're going to need to take it easy for a while. No dancing, no walking without support. You're looking at several weeks of recovery."

Tree, standing by her side, gave Taylor a knowing look. "Told you we should've come here sooner."

Taylor sighed, rubbing her temples. "Okay, okay, you were right. I just didn't want to stop the show."

"Well, now the show is going to have to stop for you," Tree said, her voice soft but firm. "I'll make sure you get the rest you need."

Taylor smiled weakly, already thinking about how she'd navigate the next few weeks. "Guess this will be my quiet era."

Tree chuckled, shaking her head. "Knowing you, it'll be anything but quiet."