Head Over Heals - Taylor And Calvin

It Was You

Taylor sat alone in the hospital waiting room. She had her knees close to her chest, and she lightly rocked back and forth.

A doctor, around fifty with green scrubs and a hospital cap approached Taylor removing his gloves.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, loosing a dear friend like that must've been hard."

Taylor turned her head toward the doctor.
"I didn't know that man," she paused, "am I... Is it ok for me to feel relief?"

She stared with shame to the floor. When she opened the sheet, she saw the battered face of a young boy.
She felt relieved that it wasn't Calvin, and that was about it. That's all she felt.

The doctor gave a warm smile and patted her shoulder.
"It's fine, I'm actually here for an update."
Taylor jumped up, completely attentive and eager.

"Calvin had two broken ribs, which was difficult to repair, and his face is pretty scratched up, but he did fine and he's actually in bed now."

"Where is he? Doc I need to see him!" She paced around, unable to stand still.

The doctor stood up.
"Well he won't wake for a while, and whine he does its gonna take a while for him to get his energy back."

Taylor nodded furiously, anxious to get to Calvin.
"He'll need to stay with you for a while probably, since he listed you as his emergency contact, he'll need plenty of fluids and bed rest." The doctor grinned and started to lead her to patient rooms.

The aroma of Cleaning materials filled Taylor's nose. She passed multiple children, grabbing there tummy and moaning with pain.
Then They passed this girl, about age ten.

Taylor saw her eyes widen, and her nearly pass out.
"Oh my god, OH MY GOD YOUR TAYLOR SWIFT!" Taylor saw the rest of the hospital staff go into silence, and one or two hospital patients also go ballistic.

She was used to it.

She wanted to get to Calvin immediately , but the tubes coming out of the girl, and her bald head made Taylor feel sad, so she smiled and started a conversation.
The girl seemed super shy, avoiding direct eye contact and nearly in tears.

"C-Can you take a picture with me?" The girl stuttered about to break into pieces.
"Oh sweetie!" Taylor smiled and gave her a big hug. The girl handed Taylor her phone and she took a quick selfie with a silly face.

After that she waved goodbye and followed the doctor back down the chemical smelling hall.
They came to a halt at the last bed.
There Calvin laid, in light blue hospital gown and tucked in under the sheets.

His face had a large cut across the forehead, and little slits in his cheek.
Taylor covered her mouth as she let out a terrified gasp.
"He's alright, he should wake up shortly, would you like to-"

"Yes please." she said charging into the room.
The doctor left them alone together.
Grabbing a black swirlie chair, Taylor sat next to the bed. She stared at his cut face, and held his hand.

"You really messed me up Calvin." she sniffled wiping a tear from her eye.
"I've never trusted someone since.. Well since Harry."
She stopped. Even if Calvin was somewhat asleep, Taylor just let out all the feelings she has had balled up.

"It's just-" she took a deep breath in.
"I was scared to be with you honestly." she gave a tiny laugh.

"I think, that when its all over, it just comes back in flashes, ya know?"
She saw Calvin was still asleep.

"It's like a kaleidoscope of memories that just came back, but Harry never did."
Taylor remembered her crying about two years ago on her bathroom floor about Harry. The hurt and pain, and how Calvin took that away.