(2nd July)
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The morning and afternoon rushed by in a blur for Taylor. The hospital was busier than usual, with doctors and nurses weaving through the halls, voices overlapping as orders were given, and the hum of urgency in the air. Taylor was at the center of it all, overseeing the process, signing off on paperwork, and handling a seemingly endless stream of requests. But despite the chaos, her mind kept drifting back to one thought: today would be the last time she'd see Travis as her patient.
But then, finally, it was time for Travis's session. She lingered outside his room for a moment, letting herself take in the weight of it before she stepped inside, followed by a nurse carrying files for her to review and a few staff members, who needed quick approvals on various items. She flipped through files, initialing where necessary, glancing at the door now and then, waiting for him.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Tree heard a knock on her office door. "Come in," she called, not looking up from her computer.
Travis walked in, holding a bouquet of white lilies. Tree looked up, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Those aren't for me, are they?"
Travis rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling as he set the lilies down on her desk. "I'll be back for them after the session. Just... don't let them die on your watch, okay?"
Tree snorted, arranging the flowers with mock reverence. "Oh, I'll guard them with my life, love-sick puppy."
He shook his head, muttering a quick "thanks" as he left, but not before catching Tree's amused grin. She watched him go, chuckling to herself. "Head over heels," she murmured, shaking her head.
When Travis entered the physio room, he found Taylor completely absorbed in a patient file. She hadn't noticed him yet, and he took a moment to just watch her, the focus in her expression, the quiet authority she exuded. A nurse beside her held two more files, likely already reviewed and signed off, ready to go.
Taylor finally looked up, spotting Travis by the door. A soft smile broke through her concentration. "Hey there."
"Hey yourself," he replied, his eyes warming as he walked over to his usual seat. Glancing around, he took in the busy energy of the room. "This place is buzzing today, huh?"
Taylor sighed, the weight of the day visible on her face. "Yeah. One of those days."
Travis offered her a sympathetic smile. "Anything I can do to help?"
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Just... don't mind if we get interrupted. Looks like everyone in the hospital needs a signature or an opinion today."
"Noted," he replied with a playful salute, making her laugh.
They settled into their routine, Taylor guiding him through his last set of exercises. But true to her prediction, there were interruptions—a nurse coming in for a quick consult, an aide needing a form signed. Each time, she handled it with practiced efficiency, her focus shifting between the work at hand and Travis.
As their session came to an end, Taylor glanced at the clock, feeling a bittersweet pang in her chest. This is really it. She got up to fill out his chart for the last time, signing off on his final exercises.
To her surprise, just as she finished, Travis abruptly stood up. "Be right back," he said, slipping out of the room before she could respond.
Taylor blinked, momentarily stunned. Where is he going? Did something happen? Did I... do something wrong? A flurry of insecurities bubbled up, and before she knew it, her mind was racing. Did he change his mind about us? Does he regret what we confessed?
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I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - A Tayvis Story
Fanfiction"Please, talk to me," Taylor had begged, pacing the room, her heart pounding with fear. "Let me come over. We can get through this together." But he had refused, his words sharp, cutting. "No, Taylor. You can't fix this. You can't fix me." xxxxxxxxx...
