Two part one shot! I'm afraid everyone is really out of character, but oh well.

And I couldn't figure out what type of diagnosis I wanted to give Bonnie, so make up whatever one you think fitted best.

xoxo

Part One-

Caroline Forbes never understood what she has done so badly in her life to deserve this. She has been through grief, too many times to count, they all have.

When Elena's parents had died grief was foreign to her. She was barely seventeen, she had never really lost anyone before, and she had to watch her best friend live without both her parents. Forever.

She was close with Miranda and Grayson Gilbert. They were practically her second parents. Her and Bonnie were over at Elena's house everyday after school gossiping about boys and going over cheer routines. It was different then. It was easier, too.

Her dad dying was something she didn't expect, the feelings she had felt. She wasn't too close with him, especially after what he had put her through, but he was still her father. She loved him so much, no matter what. At that point in time, she understood the concept of grief. She knew how it worked and how she felt. She was prepared for how emotional she felt and how hard she took it, but she expected it that time.

Bonnie died twice. Both times Caroline couldn't understand how she was going to survive without her best friend...but she had a drive. She had motivation to get her back. It was the only thing that was keeping her grief to a bare minimum.

When her mom died...Caroline hadn't wanted to feel at all. She didn't like feeling of loneliness, the urge to cry anytime she thought about her, and the pain in her chest that wouldn't go away. The very thought of knowing she has to live without her mom a lot sooner than she had thought...it's what caused her to turn her humanity off.

Seven years ago Elena had went into her coma. She grieved for her best friend, but her only hope was that she would stay alive enough to see her again...but then Bonnie would die...so it all was so bitter-sweet to Caroline that she never wanted to think about Elena.

Now here she sat, in a small uncomfortable chair in a hospital room, watching Bonnie Bennett sleep. The slow but steady heart beat monitor continued to beep mockingly as if in Caroline's face and it took everything thing in her not to break it.

Bonnie's dying. She's only twenty-seven. This wasn't supposed to happen, not yet! She never got the chance to have the life she wanted. She never got married or had children. She doesn't get to grow old and live her life to the fullest.

It isn't her time. Caroline knows it isn't, but Bonnie is so stubborn.

For the past few weeks everyone has been coming by. Jeremy visited for a couple days but had to go back to his new home in Washington, with his fiancé. Bonnie wished him well and he told her that he was more thankful for having to have had her in his life.

Tyler was M.I.A. None of them have heard anything from him in the past couple of years besides a postcard every few months from random places just letting everyone know that he is alive and well.

Alaric and Stefan are currently in the hospital cafeteria drinking coffee and eating crappy hospital food. The two of them have kept their emotions to themselves for the most part. Especially Ric, the poor guy shouldn't have to keep going through so much grief.

He visits the hospital, even though it brings back painful memories and emotions he doesn't want to feel anymore because he feels Bonnie deserves it. He's doing it for Bonnie. She has been there for him the past seven years and he wouldn't know what he would do without her.

Stefan has never felt more stressed out with Damon in his life.

When Stefan had first heard what happened to Bonnie, he lashed out at Damon when noticing he was in a good mood one evening at the Boarding house. He still cringes when he thinks of the conversation.

Stefan was in the kitchen, glaring down at the sink. He let the faucet water run because he just needed some extra noise. The silence was too eerie for him.

Damon walks into the kitchen whistling to himself. He smirks Stefan's way, oblivious to his current state, "Good afternoon, brother." He spoke cheerfully.

Stefan turns the faucet off, glaring now at Damon. "What's wrong with you?"

Damon shrugged, "Nothing. What? I can't just be in a good mood? It does happen on a rare occasion."

"You sick son of a bitch." Stefan snapped.

Damon turned around, looking at Stefan eyes wide, "What?" He asked confused.

Stefan ignored him. "I should've known. I bet you're so ecstatic. Probably on cloud nine, right? Why would I think you'd at least feel a least bit remorseful? I mean you did save her and all, I figured you'd at least feel something when the time came."

Damon was growing impatient and irritation,, "What the hell are you talking about, Stefan?"

Stefan scoffed, "Don't play coy, Damon. I know you're just happy that you're going to see Elena again. You don't even care that Bonnie's dying-"

Damon's face got red and he was full of anger, "What the fuck are you talking about?" He shouted.

Stefan's face faltered and he realized his mistake too late. "Oh, no..." He mumbled under his breath and shook his head.

He figured Damon already knew. Him and Bonnie are so close...he would've been one of the first to know, wouldn't he?

The older vampire's voice was low, too quiet that Stefan almost hadn't heard him. "What's going on?"

Stefan stuttered, "Bonnie's-um-she-"

"Fuck." Said Damon. He rushed out of the kitchen in a blur.

Stefan heard a crash that sounded like glass hitting a wall and then the loud slam of the heavy front door.

That was three and a half months ago. Or was it four? None of them really knew anymore. They lost track of the days.

Stefan noticed something strange in Damon lately. In the beginning, he was moody and angry all the time. Now, since they heard Bonne wasn't getting any better, he seemed almost normal again. At first Stefan thought it was about Elena, until he had saw the way Damon interacted with Bonnie. He had to leave the room because it broke his heart.

Every morning Damon walks into Bonnie's expensive large hospital room, thanks to his Salvatore donation, and says, "So, when are they letting you out of this joint, Bon-Bon?"

Her face would soften instantly, "You know they aren't, Damon." She would say.

His reply, "Don't be so dramatic." He would roll his eyes then sit beside her on the hospital bed and talk about anything and everything. Except the hospital and the reason why Bonnie is there. That is never mentioned, at all.

It's like he's in some state of denial. He's the only one who hasn't said his goodbyes yet.

Bonnie tries to talk seriously with him, but he would redirect the question or ignore her altogether.

Caroline left the room and found Stefan in a nearby elevator.

"Hey," she said softly, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. Tears fell down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him. "I can't lose her, Stefan…."

He held her tight, kissing the top of her head. "Everything's going to be okay, Caroline. I love you…"

She started sobbing again and she leaned her face against his neck and they continued to hold each other in the middle of the hospital hallway.

Bonnie had just woken up when Damon walked inside. He's been there every single day. Even when he's not in the room visiting her, he somewhere in the hospital doing something for her. He only goes back to the boarding house now for clean clothes and to shower. He spends his nights in the hospital, watching Bonnie sleep.

She had just finished talking to the doctor, luckily Damon had just missed him. Since Damon's denial, anytime the doctor says anything about Bonnie not getting better he instantly starts to try and attack the poor doctor. They end up compelling the doctor to forget everything.

He took a seat in the chair Caroline was sitting before, he looked up at the flat screen t.v. and smirked, "Ooh, watching one of your girly C.W. shows?"

Bonnie grabbed the remote and paused the television without a word. It took everything in her to sit up all by herself. Damon glared at her and reached over to help her.

"Careful, Bon-Bon."

And just like that, since the first time she had heard her diagnosis, Bonnie felt the tears rush into her eyes and she sniffed, instantly feeling her walls weaken.

Damon suddenly grew serious, "Bonnie, what's wrong?"

She shook her head, and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Can-can we talk?"

Now Damon was frowning. "Why don't we just watch some television. You're obviously upset-"

Now Bonnie was getting really upset, "Damon, cut it out, now. We're going to fucking talk about this and you're going to shut up and listen to everything I have to say, okay? Because I'm not dying before I say goodbye to my best friend."

His fist clenched and his jaw clenched but he didn't say a word.

Bonnie scoffed to herself, "See, I knew you weren't that dumb. You know what's going on. You're just trying to-"

"Shut up, Bonnie." he spoke venomously. "You're the one who wanted to wait two months before telling me you're fucking sick." he spat.

She didn't comment on that. She knew he still wasn't over her hiding it for so long so she just shook her head. "I'm sorry, okay? I was in denial for a while… I thought if no one else knew then it wasn't real."

He shook his head slowly. He wasn't looking at her, he was looking at her bed sheets. "I could save you...but you won't god damn let me-"

"BECAUSE IT'S MY TIME, DAMON!" she shouted but then had to calm herself down when she got out of breath quickly. After a minute she was able to speak, but more quietly and slowly, "This isn't me dying from my magic, or something else, this is a real life human thing that i'm dying from. I've cheated death how many times? There's only so many before life just catches up to you, I guess."

He was quiet. So she continued. "I've had one of the most craziest lives I think anyone on this Earth can have the pleasure of actually saying and meaning." she smiled with tears in her eyes. "I've met the best of friends." she leaned over and grabbed his hand and held it in hers. She squeezed it tightly. "Being a witch is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'm thankful I got to share that experience for a short while with my Grams. I'm glad I was able to get to see my mom again and we were able to reconnect. I'm thankful that my father and I were able to get close again, too. I'm glad I got to experience my first everything with Jeremy." Damon was now scowling, his hand tightened in hers but she continued to smile, "It taught me, that it wasn't real love what he and I had...but it was a good first experience, you know?"

Damon still didn't say anything. She went on again, "I'm so happy, that I'm going to be able to give you the best gift in the world." Now a sob broke out and the tears shedded down her cheeks. Damon's face turned to stare down at her, his expression turning into one of worry.

"The doctor says I'll probably go in the middle of the night...which means sometime tomorrow you'll get Elena back," she sniffed, "And I just want you to know that I wish you both the best. I want you to be happy, Damon. I can't wait to go to the great beyond, see Grams again, and watch down on you and watch you make the life you've always wanted for yourself and Elena" Another painful sob rushed through her. She told herself to calm down. That everything will be okay. That the pain will be over soon. You'll be free.

"But, I can't go, without getting this off my goddamn chest, because then I'll never be free." She looked up at him, her hazel eyes meeting his gorgeous blue ones, "You know the reason why all those guys I tried dating, that you hated so much, never worked out?"

Damon grumbled, "Because they were losers?"

Bonnie laughed, "No, they weren't losers. Some of them would have made an amazing husband and father to my children." She shook her head with a smile, "But none of them were you, Damon."

His eyebrows furrowed close together.

"I've loved you for I don't even know how long…" she shook her head again, "I never planned on telling you, because I know how much you love Elena, but I couldn't live with this weight on my chest any longer." Another sob. "Please, don't lie to me. Don't say you love me back or anything just because I'm dying. I can't take that lie from you. All I ever wanted the past seven years was for you to be happy. That has been my goal...I would never hate you knowing you don't love me the same way back. I've always known that, and I knew it would never change."

She sniffed a few times, wiping the tears on her cheeks.

Shocked was an understatement of how Damon felt. Mostly he felt mad.

"You think all I give a fuck about right now is Elena?' she opened her mouth to reply but he continued, "I could care less about Elena right now. All I've been thinking about the past four months is whether or not you're going to live or die! Elena hasn't been a single thought in my mind- hell she hasn't been a single thought in my mind for a long time."

Now he was furious, "And you know what? Fuck you, Bonnie! Fuck you for telling me that you love me on your goddamn death bed! You know how long I've been waiting for you to utter those words? Years. And now! Now you're telling me you love me when there's no future together?"

Now she was mad too. "There was never a future, Damon! Even if you did love me back, there was always going to be Elena. I wasn't going to just be your second choice until I was old and died. I wasn't going to have you love me but at the same time love another woman in the back of your mind! I deserved more than that, Damon! That's why I never planned on telling you. I've been waiting, waiting for a guy who was as close to you as they could get to swoop me off my feet. I knew I would never not love you. And I knew I would have been doing to the other guy what you would have done to me, but I didn't care. Moving on was the only thing I had to live for, but now that I realize I probably would never be as happy with some other guy, I don't know if I want to live at all anymore."

Damon's nostrils flared. He's breathing was off and he felt like he wanted to kill something.

"I'm going out for fresh air. Don't fucking die 'til I come back." he spoke half-heartedly before opening the hospital room door and slamming it shut.

Now Bonnie laid in her own misery. Regretting everything she had said. Sobbing into her small fragile hands.

TO BE CONTINUED.