Taylor was abruptly woken by the persistent ringing of her phone. Disoriented, she fumbled for the device, seeing several missed calls from a nurse at the hospital. Panic surged through her as she quickly dialed back.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice tense.
"The patient you were treating, Travis Kelce, is complaining of severe pain in his leg. We've called Dr. McWilliams as well, and he's on his way," the nurse explained.
"I'll be there shortly," Taylor replied, already throwing on the nearest clothes she could find.
The drive to the hospital felt like a blur, her heart pounding in her chest as she sped through the empty streets. Travis's well-being was all she could think about. She burst through the hospital doors, rushing to grab Travis's chart from the nurse who had called her.
"Where's Dr. McWilliams?" she asked, barely slowing her pace as she headed towards Travis's room.
"He'll be here in a few minutes," the nurse responded, hurrying to keep up with her.
"Has his family been informed?" Taylor asked again, her voice tight with urgency.
"Yes, they're on their way," the nurse confirmed.
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Taylor entered Travis's room to find him sweating, his face contorted in pain. Her heart dropped at the sight. She quickly moved to his side, checking his vitals and the surgical site, noting the swelling around his knee.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to keep her voice calm and reassuring. "Hey, I'm going to administer some painkillers to give you some relief. Dr. McWilliams will be here any minute to check on your leg, okay?"
Travis nodded, his jaw clenched against the pain.
Sam arrived shortly after, examining Travis's leg with a practiced eye. "It appears to be post-operative swelling, which isn't uncommon after an ACL surgery. I recommend starting the R.I.C.E. protocol—Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation—for a few days. We'll monitor the swelling and adjust the treatment as needed."
Taylor nodded in agreement, relaying the information to Travis with as much calm as she could muster. But she could see the change in his demeanor—the walls going up, the progress they had made over the past few months slipping away as fear and frustration took hold.
Donna and Jason arrived soon after, and Taylor explained the situation to them as well. But as she spoke, she could feel her heart ache for Travis. The anger and despair she saw in his eyes were all too familiar.
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The next few days were a struggle. The swelling in Travis's leg decreased, but not as much as they had hoped. Taylor and Sam decided to proceed with low-impact exercises, but each session was more challenging than the last.
Travis was different—angrier, more withdrawn. Every attempt Taylor made to help him was met with resistance.
"Travis, if you don't let me touch your leg, how can I help you do the exercises?" Taylor asked, trying to keep her voice even.
Travis snapped his head towards her, his eyes blazing with frustration. "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!"
The words hit Taylor like a physical blow, echoing painfully in her mind. She knew those words all too well. They were the same words Joe had said to her, the same helplessness and anger now reflected in Travis's voice.
He continued to struggle on his own, but when he failed to complete the exercise for the millionth time, Taylor sighed and gently took his leg, guiding him through the motions in silence. Travis didn't say a word for the rest of the session.
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Another day, another setback. Taylor entered Travis's room to find him pushing away the tray of medicine she had brought for him.
"I don't want them," he muttered, his voice laced with defeat. "There's no point in taking them. I'm not getting any better."
His words cut through Taylor, reopening the wounds she had tried so hard to keep closed.
"Travis, please, just take them," she urged, her voice trembling with the effort to stay composed.
But Travis turned his head away, refusing to meet her gaze.
Frustration and exhaustion finally got the better of her. "TRAVIS KELCE," she snapped, "open your mouth and take the damn meds!"
Surprised by her outburst, Travis reluctantly complied, but not without a huff.
Taylor sighed, her anger quickly dissipating into fatigue. "We're done for the day," she said quietly, gathering her things.
As she walked out, she ran into Tree, who immediately noticed the strain on her friend's face. "Are you okay?"
Taylor let out a shaky breath. "Yeah... No... I don't know. I just need to go home and sleep until the end of the world."
Her insomnia had kicked in again after Travis's surgery, and the buried memories were coming back with a vengeance.
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