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PREVIOUSLY...

"What do you want to do? Dr Gilbert you need to tell us what you want to do?" She wants them to call Paisley's real Doctor. That's what she wants. She want's to not be useless now. "Doctor?" She can't listen to all the voices at once. They were all jumbled and incoherent.

Then Paisley flat lined. The monitors straining to a monotonous singular beep as the thin green line stretched across the monitor screen.

"Her heart stopped."

"Code blue. Code blue." Elena just stood there uselessly, Paisley's charts limp in her hands.

Chapter 2: How to Save a Life - 101

Elena didn't know what to do. She supposed to learn these stuff as she went along, not have it thrust upon her.

Do something. Don't just stand there, do something.

"Code blue. Code blue" A nurse shouted.

Paisley laid there motionless, her golden hair sprawled around her like a halo. In that instant she was no longer an inconvenient, annoying, brat; she was a person. A child. Who had parents and friends. An innocent person who would die if Elena didn't do something now.

She's not quite sure what jumped her into action. But, one second fear had her so crippled she couldn't move, yet alone think, and the next she's pushing aside a nurse to grab the defibrillators. The nurse squirted a clear gel on the irons and Elena rubbed them together before she positioned it above Paisley's chest.

"Charge to two hundred." Elena commanded in what she hoped was a strong voice.

"Charged" Someone announced. "Clear" 27 seconds and counting.

She pressed the iron to the girls chest. The defibrillators beeped as the electricity shot into Paisley's body. The girls body bounced up with shock, than fell back down again, lifeless.

"Charge to two hundred and fifty."

"Charged" A nurse said. "Clear" Someone else confirmed.

40 seconds. No response.

Elena looked back at the machine that was still letting out a long monotonous whine. Common Katie. 60 seconds.

"Charge to three hundred"Elena shouted. The nurses paused looking at each other, unsure.

"At 60 seconds your supposed to administer another -" A tall black male nurse spoke.

"Charge again." She cut him off. She knows. The nurses kept looking at each other, but no one moved. "Charge again." Elena yelled there's a clear desperation in her voice, one she hoped was not as obvious as it sounded to her. She's not ready for Katie to die, not yet. Katie was not dying, not now, not today. She stares down the occupants of the room, all thing she left unsaid clear on her face. "Charge to three hundred." Elena's not sure what convinced them, but someone flipped the yellow switch and the defibrillators groaned back to life. She applied the pressure again to the blond girl. Bounced up and down again from the shock. Elena let out a silent prayer hoping that this works.

"I see sinus rhythm."

"Blood pressures returning." The monitors attached to Paisley starts beeping again, and the flat line comes back to life along with Paisley.

The nurses got a handle on Paisley's situation, so Elena stands back and tried to avoids getting in their paths.

She's drained emotionally, mentally, physically even and though Paisley is alive the tension in the pit of her stomach doesn't completely leave.

Doctor Salvatore stormed in and the tension eases slight as she places the defibrillators back where they belonged. Salvatore made his way to her his ice blue eyes was blazing with fury. His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared in a way that Damon meant for - and succeeded in - it being intimidating

"What the hell happened?" He practically spat. Elena took in a deep breath before trying to explain.

"She had a seizure and her heart stopped -"

"Seizure?" He sharply interrupted. "You were suppose to watch her, dammit." He turns his back on her to check Paisley, a clear dismissal, but Elena doesn't leave the room. It's a whole two minutes before he realises she's still here. His face goes from a slight concentration to a hardened poker face in an instant. "GET OUT." Those words feel like a physical blow as she stumbles out of the room.

Elena tried to keep the professionalism in her face from crumbling. She knows that it's not Dr Salvatore's rudeness that got to her, it's not even Paisley - though that had a big part of it. The fact was Elena was Katie Paisley's Doctor. She was the one who was meant to have all the answer, to be able to act under pressure. Paisley was dying, and she choked. When the time came she was useless. What good was having all the book knowledge if she couldn't act under pressure.

She's leaning against the wall outside of Paisley's room listening to Dr Salvatore and the nurses inside Paisley's room. She can't leave until she knows Paisley is alright. The same girl who beforehand she imagined smothering with a pillow.

The sound of heavy hurried steps distract her. Running down the hall towards her is Doctor Tanner. Doctor Tanner stopped by her in his mad dash to get to Paisley's room. Without him even saying anything she knows he's pissed. She goes to say something, anything but, whatever it is gets knocked out of her along with her breath as Tanner shoved her up against the wall. His holding her by her shoulders, He's angry, just like Salvatore. Tanner was yelling at her, but she couldn't make out whatever it was he's saying because her head was pounding. Her mind kept flashing back to the memory Paisley lying still, and motionless like a porcelain doll. Her eyes burnt as she held back the tears . She was not going to cry in front of Tanner

Eventually Tanner let go and entered Paisley's room. Elena ran, that tension was now stronger than ever. She kept tripping over her feet as she ran through the bare hallways. Not a second after the got to the ladies-room the tension got to be too much. She stumbled into the closet hall and vomited the contents of her near empty stomach. When her stomach was empty she continued to dry heave unable to let go of the toilet seat. Her mouth felt sour and her throat raw.

"Elena?"

Elena winced at the sound of her name. She grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her mouth with and chucked it into the bowl before flushing the contents. "Elena?" The turned to face the person who spoke her name softly and carefully. Bonnie's green eyes softened at the sight of her.

"What the hell is wrong with this girl?" Damon Salvatore asked William Tanner for the god-know how may times.

"Beats me." Tanner paused for a second before asking his next question. "You're sure about this? This is not even a plan." In fact he thinks it's a waste of time. As if first years will miraculously solve this case.

"Yeah, it is." Damon replied staring intently at Paisley's scans.

"Then why do it?" Tanner asked.

"Because sometimes crazy works." The blue-eyed man joked.

"No, seriously. Why are you doing this?" The older of the two asked.

"Chief Forbes suggested it." Tanner frowned why would Forbes want a bunch of interns running around playing Nancy Drew.

Damon ignored the rest of Tanner's questions as the two made their way to one of hospitals classrooms.

20 or so questioning faces looked up wondering what was going on. Damon walked into the room, crossing his arms as he leaned against the white board. He kept them waiting impatiently for a few seconds. Tanner stood closer to the door. His usual scowl etched on his face.

"Katie Paisley" Damon started, "Right now, She's a mystery to us. She's not responding to any of our meds, Her labs are clean, scans are pure. But she's having seizures " His frustration was clear in his tone. "She's ticking clock. She's going to die if we don't help her. So, am asking for your help" He was unable to stop himself from spitting out the word help disgustedly. He spotted his younger brothers broody face in the second row. Saint Stefan, Most probably wondering what Damon was up to.

In the far right corner Doctor Gilbert he spotted her as soon as he walked in. She was trying her best to avoid looking directly at him. She stood at the far back in-between a blond guy and a slim black girl. "So... I need extra minds and extra eyes, another perspective. If you're successful in channelling your inner Veronica Mars, if you so happen manage to find what's killing that girl, you'll get to do what no interns get to do. Scrub in and aid on advance procedure." Every intern in the room sat straighter at that. "Doctor Tanner will hand each of you Katie Paisley's chart."

Elena ducked her head as Damon made his way out. She was fine now. There was nothing about her that would betray her little meltdown earlier. If only Bonnie would stop sending her those worried little side glances.

"That is so cool" Matt said grabbing a file. Caroline yanked the file out of his hand ignoring his protests, her lips pursed in concentration as she skimmed through it, absorbing as much as she could. Matt grab three more files handing one to Elena, the other to Bonnie and kept the third one for himself.

To the far corner of her right she noticed Stefan. Gorgeous one night stand Stefan. He caught her looking at him once or twice before his lips curved upwards and he sent a small wave her way. Caroline responded for her, much too enthusiastically.

"You know him?" Elena asked.

"Stefan Salvatore." The blond girl breathed out. "Yeah, we met."

As if to prove so Caroline walked casually up to Stefan to start a conversation. A conservation that involved way too much giggling and touching on Caroline's part. Not that Elena was paying attention.

The room slowly emptied out until it was just Elena sitting at a white table, Paisley's file open in front of her. Bonnie and Matt had left a while ago, both having patients to attend to.

"Elena" Caroline called. Elena blinked as the blond girl appeared out of nowhere. There was just the two of them in the room. Stefan must have slipped out without her noticing. "I need your help?"

"Okay?" Elena nodded as she watched the blond bounce up and down with way too much excitement.

"I want in on Salvatore's surgery" Elena sent her a blank stare, waiting for her to elaborate. "Well you're the intern assigned to Paisley. That's a head start. Working together we'll have a 50/50 percent change of winning this."

"Listen Caroline I -"

"Come on Elena I need this." Caroline pleaded grasping Elena's hand hers. "I need you."

"Fine, but I don't want the surgery. It's yours." Caroline's eyes lit up like a little kids on Christmas morning.

"Are you kidding? Who in their right mind -" The blond stopped herself. "You know what no arguments from me." The blond pulled her into a tight hug "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

4 hours later Elena started to regret her decision. She and Caroline sat with 20 or so medical books scattered around them. Both had Paisley's file open in front of them as they tossed back possible diagnosis.

After awhile Caroline stopped and stared at Elena as though she was trying to figure her out.

"Why don't you want the surgery" The taller girl asked.

"What about an infection?" Elena asked as though she didn't hear Caroline's question.

"No. There's no white count. Why don't you want the surgery?" Knowing for a fact that Elena heard her as the brunette turned the page of her book with more force than necessary. "I mean I get why Stefan doesn't,-"

"Stefan doesn't want the surgery?" Elena asked lifting her head to look up at Caroline.

"He has brother issues. What's your reason?"

Elena sighed hoping Caroline would just forget about it."I just don't want to spend anymore time than needed with Doctor Salvatore, alright?"

"What's wrong with Damon Salvatore?" Caroline asked. Elena shrugged. "You didn't like, sleep with him. Did you?" The blond asked.

"What? No!" Elena spluttered. Caroline thankfully believed her.

"Okay, fine. Then what is it?"

"He's an ass."

"But, he's hot." Caroline replied as though that cancelled the fact that Damon Salvatore was an asshole.

"Doesn't make him any less of an ass" Elena said pointedly, deciding to end the conversation. Her and Caroline continued throwing possibilities and scenario's around before she finally had enough. She was beginning to get a stress headache.

Elena sat there staring at the pile of books surrounding without seeing it. Her mind was numb from over exertion. And she had though med school was hard. Caroline sat opposite her head buried in her hands. The blond slowly lifted her head, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. "There's no drug use, no pregnancy, no trauma." The blond confirmed. Caroline looked at her. "Maybe, if we talk to Katie."

"What she'll tell us what's wrong with her?"

"Maybe?" Caroline closed her eyes rubbing her temple before she leaned back straight in her chair. "I really wanted that surgery" The blond muttered absentminded. "It would change everything. I mean how many rectal exams can a girl do?" Caroline asked rhetorically as she slumped down in her chair. "People would finally stop thinking of me as just some pretty blond who only got into this hospital because her mother's Chief of surgery." The blond sighed. "I guess people still see me as the girl who was Captain of her high school cheerleading team or Miss Mystic Falls." Elena had to bite back a smile.

"You were Miss Mystic Falls?" Caroline smiled as she shrugged her shoulders guiltily.

"I know it would probably seem silly to you."

"No. It was important to you Caroline." Elena reassured her. "And it was important to Paisley... She kept talking about how she was missing her Miss Virginia Pageant. You know she rehearses everyday after school. Talk about having no life" Elena stopped suddenly, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Elena what's wrong?" Caroline asked noticing the sudden change in the girl.

"She fell." The girl muttered frowning. Elena looked up at Caroline's clear blue eyes. "I think I might know what's wrong with Katie Paisley."

Elena ran at a slower pace behind Caroline, who took off with amazing speed. She tried not to lose the blond as she navigated her way though the near identical hallways. Her breath quickened, coming out in short puffs and the side of chest pained as her white tennis shoes beat methodically against the tiled floor. Finally she thought as Caroline suddenly stopped. Though she could have used a warning as she nearly ran into the other girl.

"Doctor Salvatore?" Caroline yelled, slightly out of breath as she caught up with him.

"What is it?" Damon's ice blue eyes barely glanced at her. The blond stopped for a second to catch her breath and compose herself,

"Katie Paisley compete' in beauty pageants"

"Is there a point to this?"

"Uh, - wait she has no headaches, no neck pains, her CT's clean. There's no proof of an aneurism." Frustrated at the fact that he was barely paying attention to her, Caroline grabbed he's arms stop him from leaving and pulled him back forcing him to look at her. Damon raised a perfectly arched eyebrows, and Caroline let go embarrassed. "What if she has one anyway?" Doctor Salvatore opened his mouth to say something but Caroline cut him off. "She twisted her ankle two weeks ago when she practising for a pageant"

"She fell" Elena cut in. "When she twisted her ankle she fell."

"Do you know what are the chances that a minor fall could burst an aneurism?" Damon asked.

"One in a million." Elena answered casting her eyes to the ground. Doctor Salvatore cursed before walking the opposite direction he was originally heading.

"We tried." Elena muttered to the disappointed blond.

Damon Salvatore stood in MRI staring at the computer screen amazed. This was incredible.

"Doctor Salvatore?" Standing outside the room unsure of whether she could come in was the girl. The blond one who approached him with Doctor Gilbert about Paisley. "Could I talk to you for a moment. Please?" Damon quietly motioned for her to come in. "Listen, I really think that -"

"Look at that." Damon cut her off pointing to the computer screen. "It's minor but it's there." Caroline squinted tilting her head forward to see better. "It's a Severechmoid hemroid. She's bleeding into her brain." Caroline didn't even feel bad about the grin that stretched across her face.

"Does that mean -"

"We get to operate. Yep." He grabbed his files ready to book an operating room. "Unfortunately I can't take the both of you. So tell Gilbert to get ready to scrub in."

"Wait. You want Elena?" The man nodded before quickly.

"Great." The blond muttered dejectedly. "That's just great."

"She's short of breath. Did you get an ABG or a chest fell?" Liz Forbes demanded flipping through Tyler's patient file. She sends him a glare that could make a grown man cr, y but Tyler doesn't lose his confidant look. Chief Forbes is a shark and sticking to his ground is how he'll gain her respect.

"Uh, yes sir - Ma'am, Yes Ma'am I did." He responded.

"And? What did you see?" Forbes asked. This was a question Tyler was hoping wouldn't come up. He shifts his weight from one leg to another.

"I had a lot of patient so?..." He did. Like every other intern he wanted in on Salvatore's surgery, so cared about some old crow. There were more important cases.

"Name the causes of Post op fever." Forbes barked. In the corner of his eyes Tyler notices every intern in the room turn to look, curious about how this will turn out. He goes to open a small leaflet tucked in the left side pocket of his lab coat. "From your head. Name the four causes of post-operative fever without looking it up."

"The common causes of post op fever..." He mumbled unsure. The humiliation starts burning inside of him and slowly turns into an irrational anger. He's always had problem controlling his anger. But, Chief Forbes doesn't notice. Forbes turned scanning the room and her staff from head to toe.

"Can anyone name the common causes of post operational fever?" She's talking to her interns of course. The first years, Nobody knows. They all pull out their note pads and books, but no one knows. To his left Tyler can see Gilbert ducking her head trying to hide her smile and his hands clenches.

"Wind, Water, Wound, Walk and Weird drugs." Stefan Salvatore answered calmly. And Tyler wants to punch him right in his smartass/broody face. "Most of the time its wind, splinting or pneumonia. Pneumonia is easy to assume" Salvatore continues, looking directly at Tyler and not Forbes. "Especially if you're too busy or incompetent to do the test." It takes every restraint in him for Tyler not to lunge himself at the smug bastard.

Forbes has a small smile on her face that could almost be pride. "What do you think is wrong with her?" The Chief asked the young Salvatore.

"Walking. I think Mr Lockwood's patient is a prime candidate for Apulia embryos"

"And how would you proceed?"

"Spiral CT, VQ stand provide 02, dose of heparin and consult for an IVC centre." Stefan replied without a beat. The Chief turns back to Tyler, her face hardening

"Do exactly as Doctor Salvatore said. Then tell your resident that I want you off this case." Tyler clenches his jaw and nods.

Forbes walks over to Salvatore. She takes in the young man, analysing him.

"Stefan Salvatore?"

"Yes Ma'am" Salvatore stood feet shoulder length apart, hand clasp together behind his back like he's in the fucking Military.

"Your brothers one of our best surgeons. Your uncle too." The young man nods politely. "Am expecting great things from you." Stefan smiles. The Chief doesn't give compliments unless she truly means it. "Get back to work." Forbes barked, noticing that the rooms attention is now on her and Stefan. A small barely noticable smile slides across her face when they all scramble to do as told.

"Congratulations Doctor Gilbert."

"Doctor Salvatore?" She smiled teasingly. It felt weird as soon as she said it. To her Doctor Salvatore was he's older brother.

"So you get to work with my brother." Stefan said as tough reading her mind.

"I don't know." Elena said pushing her hair behind her ears. "Caroline really wanted this surgery." And she wanted it too, she didn't realise how much until it was hers.

"It's an incredible opportunity you'd be stupid not to want it." Elena nodded in agreement. A moment passed before Elena asked a question that was really bugging her.

"Why did your brother chose to give me the operation?" She watched Stefan's face carefully as he stepped closer to her.

"Becauuse." Stefan drags out before biting his lower lip thoughtfully "'You're the one that figured out what's wrong with the girl. That was the deal, wasn't it?"

"Both Caroline and I approached him about it. And he choose me. Why?" Stefan shrugged not seeing what a big deal her question was.

"Why not?" He asked in return.

"I, uh, I sort of figured he hated me." Elena confessed. Stefan laughed at that.

"Don't, uh. Don't let that bother you everyone who meets Damon thinks that." Stefan smiled. He leaned closer to her as though to let slip an important secret. "He lacks people skills." Stefan stage whispered. Elena smiles at his joke. "Don't worry you'll do great." Stefan assure her. The way he says that he's green eyes are staring into her brown one's make her believe him.

"This sucks." Caroline muttered crossing her arms over her chest. In a way she reminds Bonnie of a spoilt little five-year old girl sulking. "I am sick and tired of always getting the crappy end of the deal." The blond continued. They were sitting in the observation deck just the two of them. They're early yes, but even though Bonnie barely knows Elena she promised the girl they'd watch the surgery. "I though this surgery was mine. And Damon Salvatore just hands it over to her. She didn't even want the surgery. And, Yes my mum's Liz Forbes, doesn't mean I have to shovel crap the rest of my surgical career because of it."

"Caroline." There's a faint warning note to her tone.

"Am going to ask him. Am going to ask Damon Salvatore why he picked Elena over me." She turns to face Bonnie. "Why is it never me.?" The blond is almost in tears and Bonnie feels like slapping some sense into her.

"Get over yourself!" The word slip out without her intending it to. Caroline stops her whining ans sends a shocked look her way, the black-skinned girl decides to continue. "There will be other surgeries. So stop Bitching. Yes your mother is Liz Forbes, and people think you're some blond bimbo who wont last a month. But, you're not. So prove yourself. Prove to Tanner and anyone else that shits on you that you deserve to be here." She took a moment to see if the message sunk into Caroline. "You're smart and there will be other damn surgeries."

Caroline sat there for a moment collecting herself before her blue eyes focuses on Bonnie.

"So was blond bimbo a direct quote, Or?" Caroline weakly joked. Bonnie laughed glad that she took it well. Caroline would be okay.

Elena scrubs her arms and hands furiously with soap and a brush, taking her time. Damon Salvatore is already in the Operating room. From behind the glass panel she can see him, and the entire surgical team. To be honest its nerve rattling. Someone helps her tie her surgical gown and her mask. And before she knows it she's pushing through the door and made her way into the OR. She looks up at the observatory deck where the other interns are. And Damon announces that they are starting surgery.

She moves closer to Damon and watches as he makes the first cut. There's no malice in his eyes now. His intense blue eyes are focussing on one thing only and that is Katie Paisley. Damon is an amazing Doctor. He works so carefully almost delicately, shows precision and care that the man himself lacks outside of the OR. Being there is amazing, the way it makes her feel is indescribable. Damon looks at her and she can see in his eyes that he feels it too. That euphoric feeling that you get standing here. He motioned for her to come closer, and she does. He nodded at the microscope inviting her to look. She can see's every thing, every detail of what Damon's doing inside of Katie. And its amazing.

Jeremy Gilbert stood in his local shopping centre. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, one of his black Nike shoes where missing there laces. His grey hoodies pulled up half covering his short tousled dark brown hair. He stared at the aisle in front of him trying to decide of whether to buy the chicken or beef instant noodles. It's too early in the morning, but he woke up starving and there being absolutely nothing to eat at home he walked here.

A giggle drew his attention. It came from a couple near him. Up against a door marked staff only was a tall girl with curly hair and a taller man. She giggled once more teasingly as she looks up at him. The guys hand is up against the door on either side of her waist keeping her trapped. Jeremy rolled his eyes. He would have continued on with his shopping if not for the girl.

One second she was fine, giggling and all. Next she's clutching to the guy as her legs collapse under her, and not in a romantic way. She's gasping for air, unable to breathe properly.

"Vicky?" Her boyfriend called out."Vick. What the hell?" He steps away from the tall skinny girl, Vicky who can't hold her own weight drops. Vicky slumped to the floor, gasping for well needed air.

"I can't breathe." The girl choked out, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. Jeremy's inner complex kicked in. He quickly makes his way over to the girl, Vicky he reminds himself. He lowers himself down to her level. From where he's kneeling he can smell the strong scent of alcohol on her. And from the slowed reaction of her friend and ow he doesn't seem to phased it's probably not the only substance they took.

He has his phone ready to call 911 when he turns to Vicky's friend.

"What did she take?" Jeremy demanded.

"What?" The friend... boyfriend... asked running his fingers nervously through his messy unkept hair. He presses the call button and listens to the dial tone.

"The drugs she took what where they." He's been taking drugs long enough to know that what is happening to Vicky is because of a cocktail mixture gone bad. "DUDE, what did she take?". Jeremy watches as realisation slowly draws on the guy.

"911, what's your emergency?" The 'friend' takes off and runs, leaving Jeremy with the girl. A part of him wanted to chase after the bastard but, Vicky's hand grasping at his desperately keeps him here, with her. Vicky's skin is cold and clammy as it clutches his. Her green eyes are desperate and terrified it's almost hypnotizing. "911 what's your emergency? Hello? Hello?"

Elena was at the front desk still reeling from being in the OR. She can't help the giddy smile stretched across her face as she basked in the afterglow of Paisley's surgery. The adrenaline is still coursing through her veins and after the emotional rollercoaster that was the past 48 hours she's not quite sure what to do now. Going home suddenly seemed so mundane.

"How did it feel?" A now familiar voice asked, and Elena lifted her eyes to meet the gentle green one's of Stefan's. A small tingling shiver runs down her back.

"Amazing." Elena answered. Stefan's mouth curved upwards in a small smile. Elena can't help from smiling also. "It felt incredible." Those words alone can't describe it, but she doesn't know which can so she leaves it at that.

"How about you tell me about it? Over drinks, maybe some food?" Her heart is beating slightly faster now and okay, maybe it's not just from being in an OR.

"Okay." She nodded. Why not? why was she fighting this? She was obviously attracted to him. And she could eat. She cocked her head sideways, a now small flirtatious smile on her face. "There's this local place - The Grill- You may have heard of it?" The Grill was where they first met last two nights ago. "We'll talk." She added, when she realised her Grill comment could be taken as an invitation for a repeat for what happened.

"Okay." Stefan smiled back. "Just give me a moment" He said pointing at his pale blue uniform taking two steps back before turning and leaving to change. Elena's smile grew wider as she watched him.

"So you and Salvatore, huh?" The comment came from beside her catching her off-guard. Why do people seem to keep sneaking up on her. The smile dropped from her face.

"Matt."

Matt's usual caring face was now a mixture of confusion, sadness, and what she thought was jealousy. A look she wasn't used to seeing on him. When they where dating Matt had never been the jealous type. Maybe because then she was his, and he knew for a fact that she would never be unfaithful. She wouldn't hurt him like that.

"Matt I -"

"Caroline's gonna be pissed." He joked flatly. Elena lowered her eyes guiltily unable to look him in the eye.

"Matt." She shook her head. She's not exactly sure what she wants to say. Maybe she just wanted to take away the disappointment in Matt's eyes.

"When broke up with me, you said it's because you needed space. You don't look so alone to me." He's looking at her with such intensity that she is sure everyone can feel the tension surrounding them.

"I did, I do -" It's not like she's committing herself to Stefan. Stefan and her are not anything, it's just drinks. And even if there was a her and Stefan what did it had to do with Matt. They broke up, and she wished he'd find someone nice that cares for him. All of these are things she want's him to know. Things she's not quite sure how to vocalise.

"I love you Elena. And I want you to know, I … I still believe in us." That statement took her breath away, and just like that all the things she wanted to say dissipates into nothingness. Because Matt was touching her, his hands was cupping her cheeks in his hands gently. His skin is warm and she's momentarily paralysed. Matt presses his lips to her and she feels a hint of nostalgia but apart from that... is no spark, no magic.

When he pulled away she's not sure what to do, or what to say. Any other girl would have buckled at the knees at such declarations of love and Matt was an amazing guy. One she'd be lucky to call hers, but she couldn't help the way she felt or didn't feel.

She looked anywhere but at Matt. She wished that they could have continued on with the friend thing they had going on. That Matt hadn't brought this up. Her brown orbs flick upwards pleading for a distraction, and low behold the heavens delivers.

Paramedics pushed through the double doors with an unconscious girl on the trolley. A young man beside her was desperately trying to hold on to the girl's hand, a task which was getting in the way of the paramedics. Her eyebrows knit together in a frown when she recognised the young man.

"Jeremy?" Elena called out unsure. Matt frowned not expecting that after he poured out his heart to her. Confused he turned to look in the direction Elena was heading. Elena ran to see what's wrong, and Matt slowly followed behind her. "Jeremy!"

Jeremy looked shaken as Elena grabbed him pulling him away from the girl. He kept looking back, his eyes finding her every two second to remind him that she was still there. Elena frowned. Who was the girl? She pulled her brother closer to her, turning his so looked at her. He looked fine.

"Jeremy, what wrong? Who is that?"

"I..." Her brother looked back at the girl.

"We're losing her." One of the paramedics told the on call doctors who now crowded around the girls trolley.

"Vicky." Matt whispered pushing past Elena. The name sounded familiar. Matt's face was distraught as he finally recognised who the girl was. He pushed his way through paramedics who were trying to hold him back seeing as he was no longer in his uniform.

"VICKY! That's my sister." He shoved past those in his way as he latches himself to the unconscious girl. "Vicky!"

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