TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Sick Day Sisters

A/N Just ignore the fact Jason's going to practice even though he's retired and played for the Eagles in Philadelphia (which is a long way from KC i thinkkkk - idk how y'all judge distances) and that we should be concerned about the whereabouts of his children.

Taylor's POV

The first wave hit right around 5 a.m. I'd felt a little off the night before, but I figured it was nerves or maybe just exhaustion after a long week. By morning, though, there was no denying it: stomach flu had arrived, and it was relentless.

I grabbed my phone and sent a quick, miserable text to Travis. Sick. Might just stay in bed all day.

Seconds later, he replied, saying he had to head to practice but would check on me the second he was back. His texts were so sweet that I almost felt guilty being so unglamorous. But the thought of him swinging by later cheered me up a little.

Just as I was about to try going back to sleep, my phone pinged again. It was Kylie.

Princess Kyana: Hey Taylor, don't suppose you have the stomach flu too?

I blinked at my screen, feeling both miserable and somehow not quite alone. Yes!  I replied. I thought I was the only one.

Seconds later, another text popped up: Jason just left for practice. Want me to come over? Or you come here? Maybe if we're both feeling terrible, we should suffer together?

I managed a tiny smile. As much as I wanted to just crawl back into bed, the idea of not going through this alone was actually really comforting. Suffer in solidarity I guess if we're going down we're both going down together. 

Kylie's POV

I could barely make it through typing the texts, but the second I heard Taylor was also battling this bug, I knew there was no way we weren't going to turn this into a joint sick day. Sometimes, misery really does love company.

So after gathering every possible "sick day essential" I could think of—a stack of saltines, Gatorade, and a giant, fluffy blanket—I shuffled my way over to Taylor's place, hoping I could keep it together long enough to make it through the drive.

When she opened the door, we just looked at each other for a moment. We both looked like ghosts—tired, pale, bundled up in mismatched pyjamas, and ready for a marathon of lying down and nothing else.

"You look..." she began, trying to keep a straight face.

"You don't look much better," I replied, raising an eyebrow, and we both laughed.

Taylor's POV

We made our way to the couch and sank down, both of us clutching our stomachs. The saltines, ginger ale, and various stomach-soothing supplies Kylie had brought were spread out on the coffee table like a buffet for people who couldn't stomach anything solid.

Kylie leaned back with a sigh, looking every bit as miserable as I felt. "It's not the most glamorous way to spend a morning."

I nodded, managing a little smile. "But hey, at least we've got each other. I mean, misery loves company, right?"

We exchanged a weak high-five, both of us laughing softly. The comfort of having someone there, someone who got it, made everything feel just a little less miserable.

We sat in silence for a while, watching some random cooking show on mute. The last thing either of us wanted was to think about food, but for some reason, the background noise felt comforting.

After a while, I turned to her, noticing the faint circles under her eyes. "Do you think they'll be okay without us?" I asked, half-jokingly.

Kylie managed a grin. "Oh, I'm sure Jason and Travis can handle themselves... for a few hours, anyway."