Damon was giving Elena water and patching up her wounds. Her face was bruised and bleeding. There were lacerations on her cheek and she had a black eye. Elena made a small motion to her stomach. He lifted up her shirt, hoping she wouldn't think he was making a move and saw a large bruise forming around her ribs. He got an icepack from downstairs and came back up. He wrapped it in a towel then wrapped it around Elena. How could Stefan do this to the woman he loved? After almost an hour of just sitting on the floor next to Elena waiting for her to gain her energy to be able to just speak.

Elena whispered so quietly Damon could barely hear her: "Damon? Could you move me onto my bed?"

Damon: "Oh yeah, sure, of course. Sorry I didn't do it earlier."

Elena: "No its fine…"

Damon carefully scooped Elena into his arms. She was so light, so gentle, and so fragile. When he laid her carefully on her bed she let out a small sigh of relief. Damon sat there for about three more hours. Not moving from Elena's side except to get her more water. The fifth hour of just sitting came around of just sitting, watching Elena sleep. He didn't mind just sitting here in silence with her, even if she was pretty much unconscious. She let out another small sigh.

Damon: "Elena, is there anything else you need?"

Elena opened her eyes wide open: "Wait are you leaving?"

Damon: "No, no, of course not. I would never leave you like this."

Elena: "He will be back soon. You will need to put me back on the floor and remove all the Band-Aids. He cant figure out that you help me. You know that."

Damon: "I know the drill. When do you think he will be back?"

Elena: "What time is it?"

Damon: "6 at night."

Elena: "And what time did you get here?"

Damon: "Noon."

Elena: "He will be anytime now actually. You should probably put me back on the floor."

Damon: "Okay I will take off the band aids first then at the last possible second I will put you on the floor, okay?"

Elena: "Okay, but hurry."

Damon began to remove all the Band-Aids and took the ice pack off her ribs. He waited a few more minutes then he heard someone open the front door. He quickly got Elena and rested her back on the floor on on her side. He climbed out the window and left as soon as possible. Stefan walked slowly up the stairs and got up to Elena's room. He ran over to her, it looked as if she hadn't moved at all. He checked her pulse, it was strong. He let out a sigh of relief. Elena didn't move, she held her breath hoping he only came to make sure she wasn't dead and that he would leave. Stefan gently picked her up and sat down on her bed and put her head on his chest.

Stefan began to cry: "I'm sorry, I really am. I'm trying to change."

Elena didn't answer, but she almost cried herself. He loved her, in a very weird crazy way, but he still loved her. But she didn't love him. Elena loved Damon.