Those 7 years: Missing One Shot Chapter

27 Travis's POV

The atmosphere in the doctor's office shifts as Taylor opens up about her past. It's difficult to watch her struggle to find the words, each syllable laced with pain. I'm right beside her, squeezing her hand, my heart aching for everything she's endured. But the doctor's calm demeanor seems to help Taylor as she gently guides her through the conversation.

"Taylor," the doctor says, her voice steady and warm, "we're going to work together to help you heal. Part of that involves taking care of your physical health as well. I think it would be beneficial for you to work with a nutritionist to develop a meal plan tailored to your needs."

Taylor looks uncertain, her brow furrowing at the mention of a meal plan. "But I eat," she mumbles, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her tone.

"I understand, and I'm glad you're eating, but the goal is to ensure you're gaining weight in a healthy way," the doctor explains. "Given everything you've been through, it's crucial to focus on nourishing your body. A nutritionist can help you with that."

Taylor bites her lip, glancing up at me. I nod, hoping to encourage her. "It sounds like a good idea, Tay. We'll do this together, okay?"

She takes a deep breath, her eyes reflecting uncertainty but also a flicker of hope. "Okay, I guess."

After the Appointment

Leaving the doctor's office, Taylor seems lost in thought. I can sense the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. As we make our way to the car, I keep my hand gently on her back, guiding her through the bustling hospital hallways.

Once we're in the car, I glance over at her. "You did really well in there. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," she replies softly, her gaze focused on the window. "I just... I'm not used to talking about all of this."

"I know," I say, trying to keep my voice soothing. "But it's a big step, and you're not alone in this. We'll keep taking those steps, one at a time."

We drive to her therapy session, and I can see her hands fidgeting in her lap, anxiety creeping back into her posture. I wish I could take away the nervous energy radiating from her, but I know she has to face this head-on.

At the Therapy Session

The session is a blur of words, encouragement, and gentle nudges toward healing. Taylor speaks openly with her therapist, and I'm amazed at how far she's come since the day we found her. There's still a long way to go, but I can see the tiniest glimmer of strength emerging within her.

After the session, we head to meet with the nutritionist. The office is bright and welcoming, and I hope it puts Taylor at ease. As we sit down with the nutritionist, she begins explaining the importance of balanced meals and how to create a plan that suits Taylor's needs.

"Taylor, it's about nourishing your body so you can feel strong again," the nutritionist emphasizes. "We'll create a meal plan that includes foods you enjoy, ensuring you have a variety of nutrients."

Taylor listens, but I can see the weight of her anxiety pushing down on her. She nods at the nutritionist's suggestions, but her eyes dart around the room, anxiety making her fidgety.

When we leave the nutritionist's office, I notice the shift in her demeanor. The bright, busy environment seems to overwhelm her, and she's lost in her thoughts again.

"Hey," I say softly, hoping to ground her as we approach the car. "You okay?"

"I don't know," she admits, her voice trembling. "It's just... too much right now."

I can feel her anxiety rising, the tension crackling in the air. "Let's just take it one step at a time. We don't have to rush," I assure her, trying to keep my own heart steady.