TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Under Control

A/N This was a request but I'm not really sure what I'm doing xx

should i change the pfp of this fic?

This dude in my year I think had a seizure outside my school a few days ago but I'm not medically trained or anything like if someone told me they felt they were gonna throw up I'd tell them not to do it on me and if they told me they were gonna pass out I'd tell them to think about something else and try not to - I need to watch more Gray's Anatomy but I think all that's prepared me for is being a really dramatic doctor - This is also my first time doing Andy's POV and I think I'm turning into more of a dramatic writer thanks to my pookie wonderland13 xx

Travis' POV 

We were in the middle of an intense practice session, gearing up for the game of the season. I had just hit the third rep on a tricky jump-and-catch drill, the type of move that had been getting me amped for years, the rush of adrenaline pumping through me as my fingers closed around the ball. I was high on the anticipation, thinking about how I'd nail this catch.

I had gotten good at keeping my secret under wraps. I hadn't told the guys, hadn't told the coaches, and hadn't told anyone on the team that I'd been diagnosed with epilepsy over the summer. I didn't want anyone seeing me differently or doubting my ability to keep up. Taylor knew, of course. She'd been there for everything, right from the first few terrifying incidents. But I'd been doing everything right: meds, sleep, monitoring. We had it under control.

Or so I thought.

Mid-jump, the world shifted in a way that wasn't right. The rush of blood and adrenaline shifted to a dizzying sensation I couldn't push away. Suddenly, my vision blurred, and my body tensed up like I was hit with a lightning bolt from the inside.

I didn't feel myself hit the ground, but I could hear the thud, distantly, like it was happening to someone else. I couldn't move, couldn't control it. It was happening again, and I was surrounded by my teammates who had no idea what was going on.

Andy's POV

One second, Travis was all muscle and focus in the air, reaching for the ball like he'd done a thousand times, and the next, he went rigid. He slammed onto the turf, hitting the ground hard, and before we knew what was happening, he was seizing. The tension in his body, the uncontrollable spasms—it was unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

A silence fell over the field. The guys were staring, some wide-eyed, some frozen in shock, while others ran to him, yelling for help. I felt my heart pounding as I grabbed my phone, calling for the medic. He was by Travis's side within seconds, trying to stabilise him, checking his pulse, doing everything he could.

"Get him an ambulance!" the medic shouted, and I fumbled with my phone, calling for one as I turned to Drew, who had run over, eyes wide and frantic.

"Drew!" I said, snapping him out of his daze. "Call Taylor. She needs to know."

Drew's eyes darted between me and Travis, the seriousness of the situation hitting him as he pulled out his phone. I could hear him talking to Taylor's assistant as I stayed beside Travis, helpless but determined to keep him safe until help arrived.

Taylor's POV

It was supposed to be a relaxing morning. I was supposed to be very busy catching up on the latest episodes of my favourite shows and making some pumpkin pie. I was out grabbing coffee, mentally rehearsing for the next night's show, when my phone rang. Drew's name flashed on the screen, and I felt an inexplicable tightening in my chest as I answered.

"Drew?" I said, immediately noticing the strain in his voice.

"Tay—something happened to Travis. He—he collapsed on the field. They think it was a seizure," he said, his words quick, barely holding back his own panic. "The medics are with him, and they're taking him to the hospital. I thought you'd want to be there."

Everything around me faded into white noise. The words "seizure" and "hospital" echoed in my head, and all I could think about was getting to him, holding his hand, making sure he was okay.

"I'm on my way," I said, already turning to flag down a cab, my coffee forgotten on the sidewalk.

The first time had been even more terrifying than this: waiting anxiously no amount of medical dramas preparing me for this. I was absolutely clueless watching Travis and I don't know what I would have done if he wasn't okay.

Travis' POV

I was coming back to myself slowly, like crawling out of deep water. My limbs felt heavy, my head was throbbing, and the world around me seemed muted and distant. Blinking, I realised I was lying on a stretcher, strapped in, with an oxygen mask over my face. Voices drifted in from somewhere nearby, the familiar sounds of my team's worried shouts and murmurs. It was surreal, like watching my life unfold from somewhere else.

I turned my head slightly and saw Andy hovering nearby, his face pale with worry. The medic noticed I was awake and leaned over me, speaking slowly and carefully.

"Travis, you had a seizure," he said, his voice calm but firm. "We're on our way to the hospital. We need to make sure you're stable, alright?"

I tried to nod, but my body felt drained, like I'd been hit by a truck. I managed a shaky thumbs-up instead, which earned a half-smile from Andy. As I glanced around, I could see the team's faces, hovering nearby, some shaken, some whispering among themselves. They'd seen everything.

It was the last thing I'd wanted, to look weak in front of them, to be that guy on the team. I closed my eyes, taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly. This was out of my hands now.

Taylor's POV

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and cold metal, but I barely noticed it as I pushed past the rows of waiting chairs and headed straight for the front desk. I'd barely gotten the words "I'm here for Travis Kelce" out when the nurse pointed me toward the hallway, where Drew was waiting.

His face was pale, and he looked at me with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "Tay, he's okay. He's awake. They're running tests to make sure everything's alright."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Drew led me through the hospital halls to the room where Travis was. As I stepped inside, my heart squeezed at the sight of him lying on the hospital bed, his face drawn and tired, but his eyes as lively as ever.

"Hey, stranger," he said, trying to smile.

I felt tears prick my eyes, and I walked over to him, gently brushing his hair back. "Hey, yourself."

He reached up, taking my hand in his, squeezing it weakly but reassuringly. "Sorry I scared you. Guess my jump-and-catch wasn't as impressive as I thought."

I let out a soft laugh, more out of relief than anything else. "Yeah, you had us all holding our breath there."

For a moment, we just looked at each other, his hand still in mine. I knew he'd been trying to handle this alone, to keep it from affecting his career, his team, his life. But it was clear now that he couldn't, and that he didn't have to.

I sat beside him, never letting go of his hand. "We're going to get through this," I whispered, leaning close. "Together. Alright?"

He nodded, his expression softening. "Alright."

A/N OMG I JUST REALISED HOW MUCH I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT I MEAN I ALREADY KNEW BUT I SWEAR IDK WHAT I'LL DO WITHOUT HER OR THE ERAS TOUR LIKE I'D BE SO BORING IF I DIDN'T LIKE HER LIKE ACC IMAGINE

I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS CHAPTER WAS OOP
LMK IF YOU WANT A PART 2 ANYWAYS 

Requests?

my little brother broke his thumb so is now constantly doing a thumbs up lollll

it means i have to do everything tho ugh