It's been five days since I woke up. Jeremy has only left to shower and eat, and Bonnie comes and goes, having to go to class. Alaric hasn't been back since the first day, but Jeremy assures me that he has just been busy moving in to our house. He's been slowly giving me more and more information each day. He told me about our Aunt Jenna recently passing away and that Alaric and her were a couple. Most likely a huge reason why he is moving in, he wants to look after us. He hasn't talked much about Damon or Stefan. When I ask why Stefan hasn't come to see me since he is my boyfriend, he shrugs it off saying he must be busy, so I just quit asking. Who would want a girlfriend that is stuck in a hospital bed all day anyway?

I flipped through the channels, already knowing that nothing is on I just couldn't sleep. Being asleep for over a month does that to you. Jeremy was passed out in his make shift cot in the corner, snoring away. The doctor had come in earlier that day to tell us that my CT Scans came back good, and that my memory loss has a chance of not being permanent. A small chance, but it is a chance. I heard a slight tapping at the window, it startled me and I dropped the remote. I stared at the window, not being able to make out anything due to the darkness, but I kept hearing the tapping. I pulled the pillow from underneath me and threw it at Jeremy, who jumped up.

"What!" he yelped. Looking around the room and back at me.

"There was tapping at the window." I informed him.

"That's not possible. We are on the fifth floor." He walked over to the window and peered out, shrugging his shoulders. "There's nothing there. Were you dreaming?" I shook my head as he handed my pillow back to me. He laid back down on his cot and glanced over at me, curled up on the hospital bed. "It's okay, Elena. It was probably just a bird…" Jeremy got a snide smirk on his face and jumped back up, peering out the window once again.

"What is it?" I asked. I stood and walked over to the window, clinging to his arm.

"It's Damon." I followed the direction his eyes were staring, in the parking lot you could barely make out the silhouette of a man. In a blink of an eye he was gone. "I've been telling him to come see you." He informed me.

"Why would he come see me?" I asked. I walked back and sat on the edge of my bed, waiting for a response as he curled up on his cot.

"Because he's your friend." Jeremy replied. There was a tap at the door and it creaked open. "Speak of the devil."

"Don't flatter me." Damon stated. He strolled in and leaned in the corner of the room. "How are you feeling?" his question directed towards me.

"Fine, I suppose." I replied, butterflies fluttering around my stomach. How could I be feeling this way if I'm supposed to love his brother? What was happening before my accident?

"I would introduce myself, but I'm sure you've already heard of me." He claimed.

"Yes. Yes I have."

"I'll leave you two alone for a little while. Find some vending machines." Jeremy stated, leaving the room. Damon took his place on the cot, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Why hasn't Stefan come to see me?" I bluntly asked. Nobody else could give me a straight answer, maybe he could. He looked up, sadness in his eyes.

"Because he's not here anymore. That's why I haven't been by till now; I've been trying to find him." He informed me. His response confused me. "Jeremy must not have clued you in on some things." I shook my head. "I'm not the person to do that." He stood and walked to the door.

"You can't tell me anything? I'm tired of being kept in the dark!" I proclaimed. He paused and turned to me. He was next to my bedside in a blink of an eye, holding my hand.

"I would love to tell you everything. Just be patient." He kissed my hand and left.

A few minutes after Damon left Jeremy strolled in with a huge grin on his face.

"Ready to go home?" he asked, rushing around the room, gathering my clothes and tossing them to me. "Get dressed. They are releasing you." I jumped up and grabbed my clothes rushing to the bathroom. "Do you want to keep all these flowers?" he yelled from the other side of the door.

"I want the roses." I replied. They were the only ones still alive.

"Of course you do." He called back, chuckling. I buttoned up my pants and swung the door open. The room was almost clear of my things, a large duffel bag sitting on the bed.

"What does that mean?" he was still smiling.

"Damon sent those to you. Just find the humor in it." I shoved him with what little strength I had, which only made him laugh even more.

It didn't take long for the nurses to come in for me to sign the papers for release. They gave me stern instructions on treating my memory loss, but I could barely listen to them over how excited I am to get to go home. I will get to see my bedroom, hopefully refresh some memories from my things. We practically ran out of the hospital and into a black suv.

"Nice car." I complimented. I was searching for a radio station that I would like.

"It is your car." He replied. I looked at him and smiled, touching the doors and dashboard.

"That's pretty awesome." I leaned back in my seat and stared out the window at the dark night, lost in thought as I watched the shops and houses pass by.

The drive wasn't too long, we arrived at this quant two story house and he parked in the driveway. I jumped out and breathed in the fresh night air. Jeremy grabbed my bag and herded me into the house. I stood in the foyer for a moment taking in my surroundings. He dropped my bag at the foot of the stairs and guided me towards the back where the kitchen was. Alaric was standing by the stove.

"Hungry?" He asked us both.

"Starving!" Jeremy responded. They both looked at me for my response.

"I'm fine right now. Can you take me to my room?" I asked Jeremy.

"Sure."

I followed him upstairs and down the hall. He opened the door and put my bag on my bed.

"The bathroom is through that door, which connects to my bedroom, too." He pointed to a door to the left. "I'm going to head back downstairs. Yell if you need anything." With that he took off down stairs.

I walked around my room, looking at every little thing. The pictures on my mirror, my knick knacks on my dresser, my closest full of clothes. I sprawled across my bed and with a smile on my face I drifted into a deep sleep.

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