She got out from her bathroom in a towel, the end of her hair playing on her shoulder, drops of water slipping on her neck. She looked tired and pale, and got a step back when she saw him sitting at the edge of her bed.
"You feel better?" he looked at her with a light smile. She nodded slowly as she held the towel tighter from the top and sat at the other edge of the bed.
He looked at her hand and remembered how she held his shoulder tightly, it was dark and cold. The witches hurt her so much that she couldn't heal fast. Blood was all over her body. When he got in to the place, Enzo killed the witch and broke the spell. Stefan ran to Caroline at the ground.
He pushed the hair away from her face. She opened her eyes slowly, and by the time she saw him, the tears fell down her face, she reached her hands to hold her face, they were shaken and cold. "Stefan…" she said as her breath shook, "You are here… you are here." She sighed throw the tears, struggled to catch her breath.
He held her hand on his face and whispered, "I'm here."
"Don't leave me again… don't…" she squeezed her eyes shut from the pain. And hold him from his shoulders, trying to hug him. He pulled her up a little and put his hands on the back of her neck to hold her; he put his head on her hair and whispered, "Shhhh, I'm here. I'm not leaving. I'm here." He felt her fingers holding him stronger; she hugged him so tight, she was afraid to lose him again.
They stayed like that for minutes, Enzo waited for them outside. Stefan felt her breath getting normal, she lost her grip of him and her arms fell slowly. He pulled back and found that she was sleeping; at least she wasn't in pain. He held her with his arms and got her to the house they stayed in after they left Mystic Falls.
"Look, Stefan… If you are planning to leave again, you better tell me now." She said as she closed her eyes. His mind was back to her, sitting with him.
"Caroline…" he said and she interrupted him, "No, Stefan. You listen to me. Because if you are planning to leave again, you have to tell me; you can't just go without telling me again." She said as she stood and raised her finger against him, and the other hand still holding the towel from the top.
He was in front of her in a second, his hands holding her shoulders, "Hey, I'm not leaving. Okay?" he nodded his head, like he was relaxing her. She sighed as she nodded with him.
"I'm not leaving; not after what happened today. Just the thought that they could've hurt you… I can't lose more people." He said as he put his hands on her face.
"We'll bring them back… together." she said calmly. He smiled at her and pulled his hands slowly and walked to the door.
"You know, it's good that you weren't planning to leave; because I wouldn't let you go." She whispered without turning around. He smiled happily at her words and left the room.
For the first time in a long time she was happy. Things were still bad, but at least she has him to help her and hold her tight, to whisper at the end of the night, "You have me."