I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - A Tayvis Story

Don't Ever Become A Stranger

(TW - Joe, mention of suicide)

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(17th Feb)

The next day, Taylor dragged herself to the hospital, the weight of exhaustion and stress heavy on her shoulders. She barely had the energy to get through the day, but the thought of finishing Travis's session and going home was the only thing keeping her going.

She knew she was nearing her breaking point. The panic she had been trying to keep at bay was clawing at the edges of her mind, threatening to consume her.

Before entering Travis's room, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. It wasn't much help, but it was all she could do.

Without so much as a greeting, she walked in and went straight to work. "Let's start where we left off," she said, her voice devoid of its usual warmth.

Sitting beside his bed, she began the exercises, but Travis was being difficult, as usual. He was reluctant to move his leg, and when she tried to use some force, he flinched, causing himself more pain.

They went back and forth, frustration mounting on both sides. Taylor could feel her patience slipping, the exhaustion taking over.

"Travis, you have to let me do my job so you can get better, even if you believe otherwise," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Travis scoffed, bitterness seeping into his words. "Why do you care? I might never get better."

Taylor felt a pang of sadness at his words, but she pressed on. "But what if you do? How will you know unless you try?"

Travis sighed, his tone resigned. "Taylor, I know you're just doing your job, but I think you should leave. I'm not going to get my leg back."

Taylor reached out, taking his hand in hers. "I don't care about the job, Travis. You said I'm your friend, and that's what I care about. I care about my friend. I want to help you get back on that field—your life's dream. Let me help fix it."

But Travis snapped, his voice raw with pain and anger. "WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? NOTHING CAN FIX THIS! NOTHING CAN FIX ME!"

And with that, Taylor's breaking point finally arrived.

Suddenly, Taylor felt a tightness in her throat, her breath becoming shallow. She tried to focus on Travis, but the words blurred, her vision narrowing as her heart began to race uncontrollably. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the walls pressing down, the air too thick to breathe.

She took a step back, clutching the edge of the desk behind her for support. "No, not now," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "You're fine, Taylor. You're fine..."

But the panic was relentless, surging up from somewhere deep inside her, a force she couldn't control. Her chest tightened further, the pressure unbearable, as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

And then, like a dam breaking, the memories she had fought so hard to keep buried came rushing back, drowning her in the past.

It was late at night, and Taylor was in her big house feeling so small, the dim light from the kitchen casting eerie shadows across the living room. Her phone was clutched in her hand, her eyes burning from the tears she had tried so hard to hold back. She had just gotten off the phone with Joe, the man she had loved with every fiber of her being. But that night, he was different. His voice was slurred, filled with a despair she couldn't reach through the phone.

"Please, talk to me," Taylor had begged, pacing the room, her heart pounding with fear. "Let me come over. We can get through this together."

But he had refused, his words sharp, cutting. "No, Taylor. You can't fix this. You can't fix me."

She had heard the sound of a bottle clinking in the background, the muffled sobs he was trying to suppress. She knew what was happening, but she was powerless to stop it. All she could do was listen, her heart shattering with each broken word he uttered.

"I love you," she had whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I love you, please don't do this. We need you Joe."

But he had hung up, leaving her in the deafening silence of her apartment, where the only sound was her own ragged breathing. She had called him back, over and over, but there had been no answer. She had wanted to scream, to run to him, but she had been frozen in place, paralyzed by the overwhelming fear that it was already too late.

When she had finally gotten to his place, hour later, the lights were off, the door slightly ajar. She had pushed it open with trembling hands, the cold air from the open window chilling her to the bone. And there, lying on the floor, was the man she loved, an empty bottle by his side, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothing.

Taylor had dropped to her knees, a scream tearing from her throat as she cradled his head in her lap, her tears falling onto his ashen face. She had tried to shake him awake, tried to breathe life back into him, but it had been futile. He was gone, and all she could do was hold him, her heart breaking into a million pieces.

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