Tayvis one shots

Anaesthesia

Travis sat in the waiting room of the oral surgeon's office, tapping his foot nervously against the cold, tiled floor. The steady hum of the air conditioner was the only thing that filled the silence as he glanced at his phone for the hundredth time. Taylor had texted him earlier in the morning, saying how sorry she was that she couldn't be there. She had an important work commitment out of town, something neither of them could have foreseen when the surgery was scheduled. She had apologized a dozen times, but Travis waved it off, telling her not to worry.

"It's just wisdom teeth. I'll be fine."

But now, sitting there waiting for his name to be called, he wished she were there. Not because he was scared—well, maybe just a little—but because Taylor always had a way of making everything easier. When she was around, her calm presence was like a soothing balm for any stress he might have been feeling. He pulled up their last conversation and smiled, reading the playful exchange they'd had.

Taylor: "Don't get too high on anesthesia and say something embarrassing, okay?"

Travis: "No promises. I'll probably start talking about how much I love you. Oh wait... I do that anyway. 😏"

He smirked at his own words. It was true. He didn't hide how much he adored her. They'd been dating for over a year now, and things had been going so well. It wasn't like they were rushing into anything, but Travis could already see a future with her. Maybe it was too soon to think about, but sometimes, when they were lying together on the couch watching a movie, he'd imagine what it would be like to marry her one day.

Before he could get too lost in thought, his mother, Donna, nudged him from the seat beside him. "Are you nervous, hon?" she asked, her voice full of maternal concern. She'd insisted on coming with him today, even though Travis had tried to tell her he was fine. "Mom, I'm thirty years old," he had said. But Donna wasn't having it. "You're still my baby boy, and I'm coming. End of discussion."

Travis looked over at her, her eyes shining with that same overprotective warmth they'd always had. "A little," he admitted. "But I'll be okay. It's just the anesthesia I'm worried about. I don't want to say anything... weird."

Donna laughed, a hearty sound that always made Travis feel at home. "Oh honey, I'm sure you'll be fine. Besides, I'll be here to take care of you after. We'll get you home safe and sound."

He appreciated that. He loved his mom—he really did. But as much as he loved her, she could be overbearing at times. Still, if he had to have someone with him, Donna was a solid choice. She was nurturing, sure, but she also had a wicked sense of humor. If anything embarrassing did happen, at least she'd have his back.

Just then, a nurse stepped into the waiting room and called his name. "Travis Kelce?"

He took a deep breath, stood up, and gave his mom a nod. "Wish me luck," he muttered.

"You'll do great, sweetheart," Donna said with a smile, watching as he followed the nurse through the doors and into the back.

Chapter Two: The Surgery

Inside the surgical room, everything was sterile and cold. The bright overhead lights made Travis squint, and the faint scent of disinfectant filled the air. He was greeted by the oral surgeon, Dr. Wallace, a tall, lanky man with a kind face who had the air of someone who'd done this a thousand times.

"Alright, Travis," Dr. Wallace said, smiling behind his mask. "Just a routine procedure today. We're going to get those wisdom teeth out, and you'll be back to normal in no time. A little sore for a while, but nothing to worry about."

Travis nodded, trying to keep calm. He was hooked up to an IV, and within minutes, the anesthesia began to work its magic. The last thing he remembered was Dr. Wallace telling him to count backward from ten. He got to seven before everything went dark.