you have a fever and you’re bedridden. taylor had left to go to the studio earlier and you insisted that you were fine, but you’re covered in sweat and feel terrible.

your phone is on the nightstand, and it dings with a notification from taylor. “hi babe, how are you doing? are you feeling okay?” you reply quickly, “I’m okay, I just have a fever.” “I’m coming back home, just stay there.” “no taylor it’s fine, really.”

on the other side of the phone, taylor is furrowing her brows and excusing herself from the staff, getting the quickest Uber back home.

around 20 minutes later you hear the keys jingling and taylor running up the stairs to your bedroom.

“Hey,” she says a bit out of breath and holds up a bag, “I got you medicine, soup, the honey cough drops you like, and a stuffed rabbit.”