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

Electric Touch

(Taylor's perspective)

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Seeing Travis reconnect with his family was the most fulfilling thing Taylor had experienced in a long time. As she walked through the hospital halls the next morning, she couldn't help but reflect on the transformation she had witnessed in him. He was no longer the broken shell she had first encountered, but a man who was beginning to rediscover his worth, piece by piece. The thought filled her with a warmth she hadn't felt in years.

When Travis arrived for his session, his smile was immediate, contagious. It was the happiest she had ever seen him, and her heart swelled with pride and joy.

"I take it yesterday went well?" Taylor asked, her eyes twinkling with warmth as they entered the therapy room.

Travis's smile widened, the memory of the previous day still fresh in his mind. "More than you can imagine."

Taylor's expression softened, and she instinctively placed a hand on his, their connection deepening in the quiet of the room. "I'm so happy for you, Travis. And so, so proud that you found the courage to reconnect with your family. I know that wasn't easy."

Travis looked down at their intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "It wouldn't have been possible without you," he admitted, his voice filled with a vulnerability that surprised even him. "You gave me the strength I didn't know I had."

Taylor shook her head, her modest smile laced with emotion. "All I did was speak the truth, Travis. Everything you did, you did on your own. You found the strength within yourself."

He looked up, meeting her gaze with an intensity that took her breath away. "You of all people know how powerful those 'some words' can be," he said softly. There was something unspoken in his eyes, a depth of gratitude that went beyond mere thanks, touching on something more profound—something neither of them was quite ready to name.

For a long moment, they simply held each other's gaze, the air between them thick with unspoken emotions. It was as if the world outside had paused, allowing them this brief respite from everything else, a quiet space where they could just be—together, in the moment.

A knock on the door broke the spell, pulling them back to reality. "Come in," Taylor called, her voice still soft, almost reluctant to let the moment go.

A nurse entered, holding some documents that needed Taylor's signature. After quickly reading through and signing them, Taylor turned back to Travis, her heart still fluttering from their earlier exchange. "Let's get started," she said, a gentle smile on her lips.

It had been a few weeks since the surgery, and Travis's leg was healing well. The swelling had decreased significantly, and despite the setbacks, they had made promising progress. Today's session was different—there was a lightness in the air, a sense of optimism that hadn't been there before. As they moved through the exercises, the conversation flowed naturally, and for Taylor, this was the best session they'd had so far. Travis seemed more at peace, and that allowed them to work efficiently, almost effortlessly.

"You're doing great," Taylor remarked as she adjusted his leg position, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You're getting stronger every day."

Travis chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "You're a good coach, Doc. Maybe I should hire you as my personal trainer once this is all over."

Taylor laughed, shaking her head. "I think I'll stick to my day job, thank you very much. But I'll always be here to cheer you on."

After the session ended, Taylor suggested they head to the bridge again, their usual spot where they had shared so many meaningful conversations. But as they left the hospital, Travis suddenly stopped her. "Hey, wait a sec. I need to grab something from my car."

Taylor nodded, curiosity piqued, and walked with him to his car. She watched as Travis opened the trunk and pulled out a guitar case, handing it to her with a hesitant, almost shy smile.

Taylor looked at him, confused but intrigued. "What's this?"

Travis's voice was tinged with vulnerability as he explained, "This is me saying thank you for everything you've done for me. And... I wanted to hear you sing. You said you would, so you can't back out now."

Taylor's heart skipped a beat as she accepted the guitar, a small smile playing on her lips. But when she opened the case and saw the guitar inside, she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"No way," she exclaimed, her voice full of awe. "You did not! I can't believe this!"

Travis shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips, but there was a warmth in his eyes that spoke of something deeper.

Taylor tried to hand the guitar back to him, her hands trembling slightly. "Travis, I can't accept this."

"Why not?" he asked, genuinely puzzled, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at her.

She glanced down at the guitar again, shaking her head in amazement. "Because... This guitar is signed by The Beatles. You can't just give me this!"

Travis chuckled, his laughter light but sincere. "Yes, I can. And you deserve it."

Tears welled up in Taylor's eyes as she stared at the guitar, the weight of the gesture sinking in. It wasn't just about the guitar—it was about everything it represented. Without warning, she stepped closer and threw her arms around Travis, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Travis returned the hug, his heart swelling with gratitude and something else he couldn't quite define. "No, thank you, Taylor, for... for everything. For saving me."

They pulled back slightly, but stayed close, their faces inches apart, a shared understanding passing between them. Taylor searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them, the depth of what he was trying to express but couldn't quite put into words.

"You know, Travis," she began, her voice soft and laced with emotion, "I didn't just help you heal. You helped me too. I didn't realize how much I needed to connect with someone like this... until you."

Travis looked at her, surprised by her honesty, but deeply moved. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Taylor nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Yeah... really. I was lost in my own world, just going through the days somehow, but helping you... it made me feel alive again. It reminded me why I chose this path in the first place."

For a moment, Travis didn't know what to say. He just stared at her, his heart pounding, feeling more connected to her than he had ever felt to anyone in a long time. "I'm glad it was you," he finally said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm glad you were the one who helped me through this."

They stood there in silence, the weight of their words hanging between them, heavy with meaning. The world around them faded away once more, leaving just the two of them and the unspoken bond that had grown between them—stronger and more profound than either of them had anticipated.

Finally, Travis broke the silence with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "So... when do I get to hear you sing?"

Taylor smiled back, brushing away her tears. "How about now?" she suggested, her voice steady but her heart racing.

"Sounds perfect," Travis replied, his smile widening, but his eyes still holding that depth of emotion that lingered between them.

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