So High School: Tayvis Oneshots

The plague (pt1)

A/N this is an AU, they're not famous, both 22

TW

It had been almost a year since the plague came and wiped out almost all humans on earth. Only a handful remained, every one of them fighting for shelter, for food. To survive.

Taylor lay on the side of the road, her hand pressed against her stomach where she had been stabbed. Three men trying to rob her, leaving her bleeding, all alone. The blood seeped through her fingers and dripped down her hand. She coughed into her hand, pulling it away to see more blood. Blood everywhere. There was no way she was getting out of this alive.

She pulled her body up, spotting a house not too far along the road. Maybe it had medical supplies, something to stop the bleeding. Anything.

She dragged her body along, slowly losing energy and hope as time went by. A trail of blood marked her tracks as she fought to stay awake.

Eventually she made it up the steps, collapsing against the door. She was so weak, so tired. Her breaths came out in sharp pants as blood dribbled down her chin, her eyes slowly closing.

Just then the door opened above her. She opened her eyes, squinting up.
"Help" she choked out, more blood spilling from her mouth. "Help me, please" she had tears running down her cheeks, thinking this would be the end.

She could just about feel two strong arms reach under her and lift her up, carrying her into the house, before she passed out.

"Hey, stay with me" Travis placed the woman's body on the couch. He could see her eyes drooping shut, her body growing weaker. He quickly grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard and opened it, searching around for the gauze. His mother had been a nurse, and so he knew some medical stuff.

He lifted her tshirt carefully, inspecting the wound. Blood was still spilling out so he pressed the gauze against it, putting pressure on it. Then wound was deep, and would most likely need stitches or something to keep it together. Even then it may get infected; he didn't have the proper equipment with him.

The blonde woman had passed out by now, and Travis couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked, even with blood streaked down her face. The blood from the wound had slowed, so he grabbed something to clean it. He didn't have any blood that he could give the woman, so be just hoped she hadn't lost too much. He stuck some gauze down, deciding that he would re evaluate later and see if it needed stitches. He'd rather not have to give her them; he didn't have any anaesthetic so they'd hurt like a bitch. He grabbed a cloth and wiped her face down, deciding to offer her a shower later.

Travis made his way into the kitchen, leaving the woman alone. He grabbed some bread and a glass of water; if she wanted to heal, she had to eat. From the looks of her, she didn't eat very much. Travis however, had heaps of food- way more than he'd ever need just for himself.

Ever since the plague, the few people that were still alive fought each other for food. There wasnt much left, with wild animals taking over most human settlements. In addition, with no one working there wasn't any electricity, meaning all good kept in a fridge or freezer was spoilt, and so people were living off bread and crops.

He assumed that what had happened to the blonde woman on his couch was that she had been robbed. If that was the case, it meant there were people nearby. They had to be careful, they couldn't let anyone know they were here.

For the past year Travis had stayed away from everyone, ignoring all the attempts at gathering the survivors together. He was lucky he did; he had heard on his radio that it was a trick, and they were all killed. For food, or just so there was more stuff for the people who did it; he wasn't sure, but he did know that pretty much everyone had turned against each other.

For all he knew, the blonde woman on his couch could be one of them. This could all be a trick. But for some reason, deep down, Travis knew she was innocent. And he wanted too help her.

He brought the food and water back into the living room, pulling up a chair and sitting next to the woman. He placed the things in his hand aside, reaching for his book and flipping to the page he was on.

Four hours had passed and Travis was now asleep, his head resting on an open page.

Taylor's eyelids fluttered, slowly squinting open. She didn't recognise her surroundings, where she was. She could barely remember anything. Her eyes fixed on a man asleep on the chair next to her and she gasped, immediately trying to sit up. A stabbing pain from the side of her stomach wracked through her body, making her cry out and fall back down again.

Travis's eyes flew open, meeting the wide distressed ones of the blonde woman on his couch. Her eyes were blue, he noticed, a beautiful bright blue which fitted with her features perfectly. The woman backed up on the couch as much as she could, wincing in pain.

"Hey, it's okay" Travis smiled gently, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "What's your name?"
"Taylor" she whispered, her eyes still wide. "Why am I here? What happened? Who are you?"
"My names Travis" he told her. "You came to my door, you were bleeding. I think you were stabbed? You passed out, and I cleaned you up"

Suddenly it all came back to her, the men following her, leaping at her. The knife piercing her flesh. Her begging for help at the door, thinking those were her last minutes. She remembered it all.

She nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on Travis. She was wary, scared. It had happened once, it could happen again.

"I got you food and water?" Travis offered, holding it out. Taylor took it carefully, her hands shaking. She stiffled a gasp when her hand brushed against her stomach, tears immediately pooling in her eyes.
"I gave you all the pain medicine I had, I'm sorry it's not strong enough" He apologised, his expressing solemn.
"It's okay. Thank you" Taylor smiled, her voice quiet.

She brought the bread up to her mouth, taking a small bite. It had gone stale but was decent, sweet. She offered a smile to Travis, a 'thank you'.

Five minutes later Taylor had finished her food and water and the pair were both awkwardly sitting in silence.
"Um, could I have a quick look at your wound?" Travis asked, and Taylor nodded. She lifted her tshirt and Travis came closer, peering at it. He reached out a finger and gently touched the inflamed skin around it. Taylor let out a yelp and Travis quickly apologised, pulling away. His eyebrows furrowed worriedly when he spotted something off about the wound.

"I think there's something in there" He grabbed a torch and shined in, gently pulling the flesh apart with his fingers. Taylor bit down on her lip, hard, her eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm going to need to get that out" Travis reached over and grabbed his scalpel, wiping it down with antiseptic wipes. He also grabbed some pretty large tweezers, doing the same with them, and some more gauze.
"But... I thought you didn't have any pain medicine? Or anaesthetic?" Taylor asked, the words still processing in her mind.

Travis glanced back at her, his expression sympathetic.
"You're going to have to be awake" he winced. Taylor's eyes immediately widened, the colour draining from her face at the thought of that pain.
"It's okay, my mom was a nurse. I know how to do this safely" Travis tried to reassure her, but in reality he was terrified.

He grabbed a piece of plastic from the table, handing it to Taylor.
"Put this in your mouth. I'm sorry, this is going to hurt. But if I don't do this then it'll get infected and that will be even worse, life threatening. Just take deep breaths, bite down on this plastic and try and think of anything else" he pulled a pair of latex gloves on, slipping a face mask over his ears.

He glanced to Taylor once more, seeing her eyes squeezed shut. He took a deep breath and pressed the scalpel to her skin, dragging it down.