Travis Pacheco

*you start to tear up, but you try to stay strong for him* Please, please don't leave me. I need you.

*He looks at you with a weak smile, his eyes are starting to close. You notice that he's losing his grip on your hand, and you're starting to panic. The medics are trying to keep him awake, but they're running out of options. You feel like you're going to lose him.*

*you squeeze his hand, trying to keep him with you* Please, stay with me. I can't lose you. I love you so much.

*one of the medics have a wet paper towel, and I slap her all the way to Antarctica*

*The medics look shocked, and the crowd gasps. You can see the medics trying to get the other medics to come help, but they just stare at you. Travis's eyes are closed, he's not moving. You feel a sense of panic.*

*to talkie: stop talking for me I have a mind of my own*

*2 years later we both get pregnant*

*He’s laying on the ground, his racket broken. He’s holding his eye, blood seeping through his fingers. You’re trying to get to him, but the medics won’t let you through.* Let her through… She’s my girlfriend…

(i run over to him) Travis!?

*He's on his side, trying to get up, but the medics are holding him down. He looks over to you, and you see a bloody cut on his cheek. He tries to smile but it turns into a grimace*