"You helped her?" Damon yelled at Meredith. The Doctor held herself up high and stared at Damon right back in his piercing eyes.

"Yes," She told him.

Damon punched the wall next to him and whispered, "Where is she?"

Meredith led him down to the bottom of the hospital, to a small room that Damon realized was the examiner's room. A place for dead people. Stefan was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, watching the lifeless Elena.

As Damon closed the door behind them, a gasp filled the silence and all three present in the room rushed towards the metal slab Elena was laid out on.

Elena looked thoroughly confused for a second before the Salvatore brothers recognized the hungry look that entered her eyes. Then another look took hold of her, and tears sprung up into her eyes.

She wiped them away and stood up, the others backed away. Meredith left the room, acknowledging the fact that she was a human. There was vervain in her blood, obviously, but she would prefer no bite marks left on her skin tonight.

Damon watched in pain as Stefan walked up to Elena and brushed the wet hair away from her face. He was softly telling her what was happening with her. She nodded her head in understanding the whole time.

"Can I just go home," she croaked. Stefan nodded and began to lead her out of the room. Damon opened the door for them. Words were ringing through his mind; It's always going to be Stefan.

It stung, yes, but that wasn't at the forefront of his mind. He knew that Elena was going to fight transitioning and he couldn't let that happen. Even if she and Stefan went off together eating happy little forest animals, she would be alive. Well, at least as alive as a vampire could be considered. She would be happy.

OOO

Jeremy Gilbert had lost a lot in his sixteen years of life. His parents, Vicki, Ana, Jenna, and now he had lost Alaric and Elena in one night. After Alaric's visit, every emotion other than anger left his body.

Which is why he now stood in the middle of his kitchen, with a flipped over table, and various items scattered around the room, broken, and a large hole fixated in the wall next to the fridge. Alaric was currently sitting in one of the chairs that were not flipped over as he watched Jeremy sadly.

The last Gilbert slid down the fridge and found no motivation to stand back up. His sister was gone. The last family member he had was no dead.

No matter how many times he said the words they weren't making sense. Elena wouldn't leave him.

He heard the front door open, but made no effort to move. It didn't matter what he did with his life now. He had nothing worth living for.

"Jeremy?" Bonnie Bennet yelled from the door.

She appeared in the kitchen with Caroline and Matt on either side of her. Jeremy wondered why Matt got to survive. He's the one who drove off of the bridge. Looking at his friend's eyes, he saw the guilt that was washed in them.

It was at that moment that the tears came. Matt walked over to the table and pulled it up. He sat down on top of Alaric, unknowingly, and put his head in his hands. Bonnie led Jeremy over to the table and the four friends grieved together. Elena held a special place in all of them.

Alaric had managed to escape from under Matt and he know stood behind Jeremy, a hand on his shoulder. Jeremy looked up at him and a thought paralyzed him. If Alaric was here, comforting him, Elena should be too. She wouldn't just leave him without any goodbye.

He jumped up from the table and ran towards the door.

"What are you doing, Jer?" Caroline called after him.

He ripped open the front door, prepared to drive to the hospital to see his sister for himself. But it appeared that that would be unneccasary.

She was walking right towards him.