Stefan swam to the top, Matt's lifeless body slung easily over his shoulders. He hit him in the chest briefly and heard him cough up water as he jumped back in for Elena. When he got to the bottom, he saw her. He couldn't hear her heartbeat…grabbing her, he swam to the top and started CPR. "Elena…Elena wake up. Please wake up." he begged. After thirty minutes, Matt finally stopped him. "She's not coming back, Stefan. She's gone." he warned. Stefan looked down at his beautiful girlfriend. She was soaked, her lips were blue, her body showed no signs of life…but she was still, so beautiful. Lifting her, he began to walk away. Matt called after him, but Stefan ignored, walking toward the hospital, water dripping off his clothes.
He arrived at the back door of the mortuary. He knocked until someone answered. "Get Meredith Fell." he compelled. The nurse nodded and ran off as Stefan stepped inside. He lay her on a stretcher, his finger stroking over her face. Dr. Fell walked in a moment later, stopping when she saw her. "Ste-Stefan what happened?" she asked. "Matt's truck went over the bridge." he said, in a monotone. "Matt? Is Matt okay?" she asked. "Fine. Left him at the bridge." he answered again. Meredith walked over, touching his arm gently. "I let her die." he said, his voice cracking. "She'll be back." Meredith said. Stefan looked up at her confused. "This morning…when Jeremy brought her in…Stefan, her injuries were worse than I let on. She had a cerebral hemorrhage. Bleeding in the brain. I gave her blood from my stock. It healed her in no time." she explained. "No. No….she didn't want this!" Stefan yelled. "I didn't know she was going to die, Stefan!" Meredith yelled back. "Wait. Who's…who's blood do you—" he started. "Damon's." he finished his own thought. Meredith nodded. "You turned her with Damon's blood?!" he yelled. "I'm sorry, Stefan. I was trying to help her!" she said. "I'll…give you some time alone." she said.
Hours later, Stefan could hear Damon yelling outside and he knew Meredith was giving him the same story. Elena stirred and Stefan stepped forward. "Elena?" he asked softly. She opened her eyes. "St-Stefan?" she whispered. Stefan nodded. "I'm here. I'm right here. You're okay." he soothed, and just like that, she lost consciousness again. Stefan reached down and scooped her up, walking out the door into the hallway. "Is she okay?" Damon asked. "She's in transition, Damon. What do you think?" Stefan asked, turning to take Elena home. He heard Damon behind him. "You did this. This is your fault. If you'd just pulled her out first—" he started. "I know, Damon. You're right. It is my fault." he said, walking away.