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"Please, talk to me," Taylor had begged, pacing the room, her heart pounding with fear. "Let me come over. We can get through this together." But he had refused, his words sharp, cutting. "No, Taylor. You can't fix this. You can't fix me." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Hello, everyone. I'm Dr. Taylor Swift" - "Travis has had a stellar career, but this injury is one of the worst he's faced. He's had a few injuries in the past, but nothing like this. We've heard great things about your hospital, especially with your work on high-profile cases." - xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "I said no, alright?" Travis snapped, his voice sharper than before. He immediately looked away, his fists clenching slightly, as if regretting the outburst. Taylor paused, her hands still on his leg as she considered her next words. "I get it, Travis. This is hard. But you're not alone in this." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "People haven't always been there for me, but music always has." ~ Taylor Swift