A/N: For any of you that have seen the Vampire Diaries season 4 Clip called 'Alive' this is where I got the idea from. It's just a little one shot. Let me know what you think.

She couldn't remember much, really, anything at all. The only thing that was a slight memory was Matt. She had been in the car with Matt, headed back to Mystic Falls when the car had swerved off the side of the road. Why was that though? Even in her deepest unconscious, she knew her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Everything suddenly came rushing back to her, the sound of sirens, the white hot heat of pain, blurred vision, uncoherent voices. Elena awoke with a gasp, sitting upright in bed. She looked around the feverishly, unsure of where she was, finally she looked up to see Stefan. He sat leaning over her bed, watching her carefully.

She gasped. "Stefan?"

"Hey..." He said softly, gently rubbing her leg. "I'm right here. You've been in and out for hours."

"W-w-what happened?"

He paused, took a moment to look down and finally said, "You were in an accident."

"Oh my god...Matt! Is he-" she began.

"Alive?" Damon's voice came in suddenly. Elena glanced over to see him perched, sitting on the window seat. "Ask, Stefan. The hero." He finished smugly. Her gaze shifted back over to Stefan.

"He's fine."

She took a moment to calm down, and take a breath. "...Thank you. I-i-I thought that I was...H-How did you..?"

"Save you?" Damon's voice broke in again. He took a momentary pause. "He didn't." Her eyes met his, and she felt fear. Cold fear course through her veins.

"When Jeremy brought you to the hospital, before all this happened, your injuries were worse then anyone knew." Her gaze was now being cast between the two brothers. "Meredith Fell made a choice, she used Damon's blood to heal you."

"And when Rebekah ran Matt's truck off the road you had vampire blood in your system, Elena." Damon finished, looking at her now.

"Oh my god..." Her voice began to quiver as she spoke on. "D-d-does that mean...t-that..I...am I dead!?" she asked. Stefan only looked at her bed, his fingers absentmindly playing with the comforter.

"Am I dead?" Elena repeated. Damon only got up and headed downstairs, more than likely needing a drink. It was just Elena and Stefan now, "Stefan...please. Don't...don't tell me this is true."

"I'm sorry, Elena." he said, looking up at her. He had never felt so much hurt before in his life. Knowing that he was the reason she was dead, hurt him more than anything else ever could.

"No...No.." A single tear fell down her cheek. "No..No...N-N-Oooo...-" her words trailed off into sobs, her head held in her hands. Stefan moved slightly so that he sat next to her, his arms wrapped around her. "Sh..." he said, trying to soothe her some. Though he knew that not much would help. He gently stroked her hair, and kissed the top of her head softly. "Elena, it's going to be okay."

"H-h-h-ow can you say that?" she asked, turning to look up at him now. Her face was red, and her eyes were still wet with tears.

"Because I have hope."

A/N: Soooo? What'd you think? Should I leave it as a one shot or continue on? Hmm? Who knows? :3