Head Over Heals - Taylor And Calvin

Long Live

Calvin reached his hand on top of Taylor's, smiling as charming as he could, Taylor giggled and threw her head back.

Taylor was sitting on a Scottish beach, directly below Calvin's house.
"You have to go back sometime."
Calvin inquired stroking Taylor's hair.

Taylor stared down at her feet, covered in sand.
"I don't know if I can."

Calvin dropped his hand, lowering it to Taylor's face, gently tugging it toward his own.
"Don't know if you can, or don't know if you want to?"

A tear rolled down Taylor's eye.
"Love." Calvin said in a reassuring voice.
"What if you leave me? What if the children hate me?"

A tear streamed down Taylor's eye, and before she knew it she was choking on her own tears.
Calvin laughed and rubbed her back.
"I don't think I'll be leaving you any time soon."

Taylor nodded.
Leaning closer, Calvin pressed his lips to hers. Taylor wrapped her hands around him, grabbing onto him.

Taylor's eyelids fluttered open.
She didn't move at first, somehow confused to where she was.
She glanced around, barely moving her aching head.
She was in a hospital...

Taylor threw her body up.
Calvin, her children, where was everyone!

She panicked, attempting to rips these see through wires pumping liquid into her arms.
A nurse rushed in momentarily, grabbing Taylor's arms and setting them by her side.

"We don't wanna do that Mrs. Swift." the nurse laughed as she sat back.
"That right there is morphine, the only thing keeping you from A. LOT. OF. PAIN."

Taylor relaxed, setting her head down in frustration.
"What happened, where's Calvin?" Taylor questioned the nurse impatiently.

Taylor could see the nurse was about the done with her, but put on her best smile.
"When your water broke, you lost a lot of water and blood, leaving you dehydrated and nautious, besides that, since your so small,"
The nurse gave a lingering glare at her, Taylor staring her down, "your body went into a shock and you blacked out, we brought Your heart back, and surprisingly you went all natural."

Taylor looked to the side and took a few deep breaths.
She wanted to sit up, but she literally could not feel any muscle in her body.

"And your husband is actual with your children currently."
Taylor flashed her head in the nurses direction.

"Please, take me to him now."

The nurse shook her head.
"Sorry Mrs. Swift, you can barley lift a finger, I'll alert him however."

Taylor glared at the nurse, with her cocky smile.
Taylor nudged her head down to her hands, indicating for the nurse to look.

The nurse, confused, looked at Taylor's hand.

She lifted a finger.

"Take me to my husband."

The nurse, annoyed, shook once again.
"Ma'am I'm so sorry but I just can't, he will be with you momentarily."

Taylor, grunting while using all her effort, sat up ignoring all pain.
Rushing over the nurse attempted to sit her down, but she pushed harder.

"I don't care what I have to do," Taylor threatened, "pee in this bed, puke on your clothes, I will make your days a living hell if you do not get me to my husband."

Taylor's glare lingered momentarily, the nurse's face ghost like.
"I'll be Back." she grumbled.

Moments later the nurse brought in a wheel chair, which Taylor had to throw herself if the hospital bed to even get on.