But as the day went on, something started to feel off.

Taylor had woken up that morning feeling a bit more exhausted than usual. Her stomach churned and her head felt foggy, but she assumed it was just the result of being on the road for so long. The tour had been grueling, and she hadn't had much downtime in between shows. Maybe her body was just asking for a break. But she was determined to power through it—Travis needed her there today.

By the time they arrived at the stadium, the crowd's energy was contagious. She smiled as she walked through the VIP section, trying to keep her spirits high, but the moment she stepped inside, she felt another wave of nausea hit her. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath. It's just nerves, she told herself. You've got this, Taylor.

The stadium was alive with cheers as the players took the field, and Taylor could see Travis already in his element. He was running through drills with his teammates, his jaw set in concentration. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. It made her feel proud, even though a lingering feeling of discomfort was slowly creeping up on her.

"Are you okay?" one of her team members asked, noticing how pale she looked.

"I'm fine," Taylor replied, brushing it off. "Just a long couple of days, that's all."

Her team member eyed her suspiciously, but they didn't press it. Taylor had been known to push herself to the limit, and she wasn't about to change that today. She made her way to her seat in the VIP section, where she tried to settle in.

The game started, and Taylor did her best to focus. She cheered loudly when Travis made an incredible pass, clapping along with the crowd. But her stomach wasn't letting up. The dizziness was starting to get worse, and every time the crowd roared, the noise seemed to make her head spin. She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the nausea creep up again.

You're fine, she kept telling herself. It's just nerves. You'll be okay.

But by the second quarter, it was clear she wasn't okay.

The nausea wasn't just a passing thing anymore. She felt a cold sweat bead on the back of her neck, and her stomach was twisting in knots. She tried to keep a calm demeanor, but the dizziness was overwhelming. She stood up, hoping to shake it off, but the second she did, her vision blurred, and she had to steady herself against a nearby railing.

"Taylor, hey, are you alright?" her assistant asked, rushing over to her.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, but her voice was shaky. "Just need some air."

But even as she said it, she knew she was lying. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself—especially not on Travis' big day. He was out there on the field, doing his best, and she couldn't afford to distract him. He was so focused on the game that he hadn't noticed her struggles. She was determined to keep it that way.

As the game went on, Taylor couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. She didn't want to leave, but her body was screaming at her to take a break. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep, but that wasn't an option. She had to be there for Travis, no matter what.

During halftime, she had to step away. She couldn't stand being in the noise anymore. She slipped out of the VIP section and walked down the hallway toward a quieter area, hoping to get some relief. Her vision swam, and she leaned against the wall, trying to steady herself.

"Taylor?" A voice suddenly came from behind her. She turned to see one of the medical staff approaching. "You don't look so good. Let's get you checked out."

"I'm fine," she insisted again, her voice more forceful this time. "I just need to breathe. I don't want to cause a scene."

The medical staff person raised an eyebrow. "Taylor, it's okay to take care of yourself. You've been pushing hard, and you're clearly not feeling well."

She sighed, defeated. "I'll be fine. I promise."

But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true.

The next few minutes were a blur. She was escorted to a quieter area and given some water. She kept her head down, trying to keep her composure. In her mind, she could hear Travis out on the field, giving it his all, and she hated that she wasn't there beside him. She had never been the type to let anything interfere with her support for him, but today was different.

As the second half began, she made her way back to her seat, still feeling dizzy but determined to not let anyone see. She smiled at the fans around her, hoping no one noticed how pale she was. As she watched Travis on the field, she tried to push the sickness aside. She clapped when the Chiefs scored another touchdown, but it was getting harder to hide her discomfort.

By the end of the game, the Chiefs had won, and the stadium erupted in cheers. Taylor felt a surge of happiness for Travis, but she was too exhausted to really soak it all in. She tried to keep her composure as she made her way backstage to meet him.

When she finally saw Travis, he pulled her into a tight hug, his hands gently cupping her face as he pulled away to look at her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern flooding his eyes. "You don't look good, babe."

"I'm fine," Taylor said again, but this time, her voice was softer. "Just didn't want to distract you today. You were amazing out there."

Travis didn't look convinced. "You're my priority, Taylor. Don't ever hide it from me again."

She smiled, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "I'll keep that in mind," she whispered.

As they walked out together, hand in hand, Taylor couldn't help but feel the invisible string that connected them, the one that made it so she couldn't keep anything from him. She had tried to push through, to hide her discomfort, but Travis knew her too well.

And next time, she promised herself, she wouldn't try to hide it. Not from him. Not ever again.

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