So High School

I cant do this anymore (pt2)

A/N I kinda forgot about that chapter and how I said I was going to do a part 2 (I can't find the covering eyes emoji so just pretend it's here) so here you go :)

TW

Just then a doctor entered the room, his face solemn. Travis stood up quickly, his stomach doing flips.
"Is she okay?!" He asked nervously, praying with all of his might that she was.
"She is alive and conscious, however she will not be okay mentally. She will need a lot of support from her loved ones; in times like this we usually recommend them becoming an in-patient and to get help, but in this case that is not possible. We can discuss the technicalities of it all at a later date" the doctor beckoned for Travis to follow him and he did, eventually stopping outside a room.

Travis had barely listened to what he was saying, had barely paid attention to where they were going, too caught up in the fact that Taylor was okay. She was okay. Travis had felt fear like he never had before when that doctor walked into the room. He thought he had lost his soulmate, his best friend, his person, but she was okay.

The door opened and he stepped inside, his gaze immediately falling upon his girlfriend. Lying in the middle of the white hospital bed she looked tiny, the sheets tucked around her like a straight jacket. She had a massive bandage on her arm and various tubes snaking out her body. Her face was pale and she looked weak, but her eyes squinted open as Travis entered the room.

"Taylor, oh my god" he cried out, rushing to her side. He leant down, pressing kisses to her forehead as tears leaked from his eyes.
"Don't ever do that to me again baby, never ever ever" As he pulled away he sat down on the plastic seat next to her, wiping his tears away.

She looked up at him, her blue eyes glistening with tears and her lips turned downwards.
"I'm sorry" she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"No, you don't apologise" Travis squeezed her hand tightly as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry for not noticing, I'm sorry for not helping you"
"It's not your fault" Taylor whispered, reaching out a shaky hand to brush away a tear.
"You just really scared me" Travis murmered, his voice breaking.

Three days later Taylor was allowed to leave. Travis was under strict instructions to not leave her alone, and she had therapy online five times a week.

"You ready baby?" Travis asked, entering the hospital room. Taylor was sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in joggers and one of Travis's hoodies to hide the big bandage that adorned her lower arm. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Silently, Travis took her hand, helping her up. He wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze.

Together they made their way out, heads down as the cameras flashed. This would make headlines later. They scrambled into the car and Taylor immediately dropped her head into Travis's chest, letting the tears fall. It was all just a bit much for her at this time.

"You okay baby?" Travis asked gently.
"Can I just have a hug?" Came Taylor's broken voice, muffled by Travis's tshirt. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as the car set off.

The car ride back was silent, interrupted by Taylor's occasional sniffle. They arrived back and Travis helped her out, his arms wrapped round her small body protectively.

"I think I'm gonna have a nap" Taylor whispered once they were inside.
"That sounds like a good idea" Travis nodded, taking her hand and leading her upstairs. He helped her into bed, tucking her in and climbing in next to her. He leant back against the headboard, gently stroking her hair as she drifted off into the world of sleep.

Travis sighed, knowing it had to be done. He climbed out of bed carefully, making sure not to wake his sleeping girlfriend. He grabbed a cloth and a bucket, filling it with water and adding some cleaning liquid.

He took a deep breath, pushing open the bathroom door. He felt sick as his eyes locked on the dry pool of blood, the memories from that fateful night flashing through his mind. He shook his head, knocking that scene from his memory. The fear he felt when he thought he had lost her forever... That didn't matter. None of it did. All that mattered was that she was okay, she was alive, safe in the next room. She was okay.

Travis dropped to his knees, scrubbing at the metallic coloured stain that coated the tiles. He closed his eyes, blocking out all thoughts. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to remember that night.

Suddenly he heard a pattering of footsteps and the door creaked open. He turned around quickly, met with the sight of Taylor, who looked like she had just woken up.
"Travis?" She mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
"No, no Tay, why are you here? You don't need to see this, go back into the bedroom baby" Travis told her frantically, not wanting her to see the mess.
"I woke up and you weren't there" her eyes were fixed on the stain that was flooded across the white tiles.

"Hey, no" Travis stood up, discarding the cloth to the side. He took her arms, gently steering her out the room and back over to the bed.
"I'll get someone else to clean that, yeah? Right now, you are going back to bed" he climbed in next to her, this time lying down. She laid her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in a safe, protected bubble.

"I love you, you know that right?" Travis whispered into her hair. Taylor nodded, blinking up at him.
"I love you too"

A/N current dying from cramps AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE BACK PAINS and a migraine (it feels like someone is drilling into my skull I wanna cry) but I decided to write this instead of going to bed because why not

CAN'T WAIT FOR WAGLOR AND TAYVIS PICS TOMORROW