So High School

Breathe

TW

"I'm just wondering why she messaged you?!" Taylor shouted, Travis's phone gripped in her hand. It was open to Kaylas contact, a new message from his ex right there on the screen.
"I don't know!" Travis yelled, his face set in an angry expression. "I didn't ask her to!"
"Then why are you acting so defensive!" Came the cry back.
"I'm not! You're just being too insecure and jealous!" Travis took a step towards Taylor, his hands in fists.

It was then that Taylor realised how close he was, how angry he was. In her last relationship this would have meant one thing, and her anger was quickly replaced by fear.

"Fuck" Taylor muttered, her breathing coming faster. Travis stepped towards her again, anger prominent in his face.
"Travis, you're too close" she whispered, her voice small. But he didn't hear her, too caught up in his anger to notice. Taylor backed up against the wall, her breath catching in her throat.
"Travis, Travis stop" her voice was quiet, shaking.

Her hand up to her chest, clutching at it. Scratching at the skin, like she could rip it open, like she could get more air into her lungs. She gasped as her chest felt tight, restricting with each breath.

Travis immediately noticed the signs, his face dropping and his anger replaced by concern.
"Taylor?" He asked gently, stepping towards her. Taylor flinched back, now hyperventilating.
"Hey, baby it's okay" he gently placed a hand on her shoulder but she pushed him away, curling in on herself.
"I'm not going to hurt you Tay, it's okay, you're okay" his heart broke at the sight of his girlfriend slumped against the wall, her arms wrapped around herself, shaking like a leaf.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she whispered in between gasps, tears rolling down her cheeks. She collapsed to the floor, her knees up to her chest. Travis immediately dropped down beside her, placing both his hands on her shoulders. This time she didn't flinch away, but her face stayed buried in her hands.
"Hey, breathe, copy my breathing" he took an exaggerated breath in, and out again.
"I can't!" Taylor cried, fighting for air.
"Come on, try for me baby. Please" he did it again, praying with all his might that she'd manage. She tried again but couldn't, her teary eyes looking up to meet his.

"No, come on!" Travis cried frantically, watching as her lips started to go blue. Her hands still scratched at her chest, leaving red lines in its wake.
"Baby, come on!" He pulled her hands away and enveloped them in his, not wanting her to hurt herself.

Suddenly her eyes rolled back and her head fell to one side as she passed out.
"Shit shit shit" Travis swore, gathering her body into his arms. She was out cold, her body limp.
"Okay, okay, we're going to the hospital" he exhaled, trying to stay calm. He rose to his feet, holding Taylor's limp body in his arms.

Without a second thought he rushed out to the car, gently placing her in the backseat. He laid her across the seats then got into the front, setting off. He glanced back at her every few seconds, making sure she was okay. After what felt like a lifetime he pulled up outside the hospital, leaping out the car and rushing round to the back. He gathered her into his arms, cradling her head gently.

"Help! I need help!" He shouted, rushing through the doors. Two nurses immediately rushed over, a gurney between them. Travis placed her Taylor down gently then watched as they wisked her away. He slumped to the waiting room, sitting down slowly and resting his head in his hands.

"Travis Kelce?" A voice cut through his thoughts. He stood up quickly, walking over to the nurse.
"Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay!" He begged.
"Physically she's okay, she's currently on oxygen and you can come see her. However mentally I'm not so sure, so you know what caused this?' The nurse asked as he lead her to Taylor's room.
"Yeah, I do. I'm not sure if she'd want it to be shared though" he scolded himself at being the reason for her panic attack, it was all his fault. The guilt was eating him up alive.
"That's totally okay, I don't need to know. However make sure you get her to talk to you or someone about it, maybe therapy?" She suggested. Travis nodded as the pair stopped outside a room.

He pushed the door open, stepping into the room. There she was, lying in bed with an oxygen tube under her nose. She looked up as Travis walked in, and he couldn't help but notice that she looked exhausted.

"Hey you" Travis smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Taylor smiled tiredly as Travis sat in the chair beside her bed.
"I'm sorry" she whispered.
"No, no, you don't get to apologise. You did nothing wrong. I'm sorry" he held her hands in his, stroking them gently.
"It's not your fault" Taylor smiled up at him, and he smiled back.

"We need to talk about it Tay" he said, a couple of minutes later.
"Can we talk about it later? Please?" Taylor asked hopefully, her eyelids already dropping.
"Of course baby, you sleep" he smiled gently, rubbing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

He watched as she drifted off, knowing that he wanted her for worse or for better.

A/N my mum's gonna take me to the black dog pub on friday!

Also it's half term finally (no school for ten days!)