A/N: I know recent events have left you all worried and disappointed. I hope that this will somehow lighten you guys up. And don't worry guys we will get our endgame, the writers would not just throw away 8 seasons of development.

"Oh my god." She lets out, as Stefan walks through the door, covered in blood.

Damon is tripping along behind his brother, a concerned look on his face.

Stefan takes off his shirt and drops it onto the floor, his chest a tapestry of cuts and gashes. "It's nothing too serious."

She drops her book and vamp speeds after him, catching him around the waist just as he falls through the doorway to their shared room.

Stefan' skin is ashen, and he looks kind of pale, something she hadn't noticed before through all of his bravado. She eases him down to sit on the bed, taking in his faintly amused smile as she pulls off his boots and heads to their bathroom for first aid supplies.

She doesn't come up with much. Given that they're supernatural (well Stefan now isn't), they didn't have much need for bandages and plasters. She should have thought of this when Stefan turned human.

She reaches for a few washers and manages to find a bowl of water so she can wash his cuts and grazes, or at least try to stem the bleeding.

She sets the bowl on the covers beside him, perching on his knee as he lets out a relieved sigh. She knows that he worries sometimes, that something like this would be enough to drive her away.

She wets the cloth and presses it against his heated skin, wiping away the dried blood. Stefan rests his forehead against her cheek, breathing out as she breathes in, concentrating on the task at hand.

"Are you even qualified to do this?" Stefan asks bemusedly, totally ruining her moment.

She draws back to look at him, askance.

"I will have you know that I have seen every episode of Grey's Anatomy at least twice. And I'm a certified babysitter." She replies immediately, wincing at how amateurish she actually sounds.

"You probably should have led with the second statement first." Stefan points out, dipping his hands into the bowl of water, turning the water pink as he scrubs the blood off his hands.

She realises why he's done it seconds later, when his hands creep under her top.

"Stop it." She swats his hands away with a scowl. "I'm trying to do first aid here."

"I'm not dying Caroline; they are just a few cuts." Stefan remarks patiently, amusement still colouring his tone.

"Whatever, you still need to be bandaged" She replies quickly, ducking her head so she doesn't have to look him in the eyes.

He seems to pick up on her distress though damn him, cupping her cheek gently as he forces her to look at him.

"I'm not going anywhere Caroline." It's probably supposed to be reassuring, but all it reminds her of is just how vulnerable he is now.

She drops the cloth onto the floor with a wet slap, twining her arms around his neck and burying her head in his shoulder, not even caring that she's probably going to get blood all over her top. Stefan returns her embrace, hand stroking through her hair gently even as he presses a soft kiss to her temple.

And in that moment she vows to herself that no matter what, she will find a way to turn back Stefan so that they can have their The June Wedding without fearing about the future.