Sorry I've been away for so long, I just couldn't get back into writing this for ages. However, I'm back now so here's the new chapter. Also, I got rid of the Steferine chapter 'cause I've decided on a new plot for the story. Hope you enjoy and please review!
After their emotional reconciliation, Elena and Bonnie wiped their faces and picked themselves up off the dusty laminate flooring of the hospital, wiping dirt off their clothes.
"Well, that was good," Elena sighed as she tried to pull the mop out from the door handles . "But we didn't stick to the three turns to speak each and we didn't stick to our ground rules."
"Oh well, it worked. We're friends again now and that's all that matters." She watched as Elena failed to pull the mop from between the handles of the door. "Come here, let me do it." But, despite her confidence, Bonnie couldn't remove the mop either. It seemed to have gotten lodged there. "Oh crap, we're stuck! Elena, what are we going to do?"
"Er, good question." Elena stood looking at the mop, trying to think of a way to get the mop out.
"Did I ever tell you I'm claustrophobic, Elena? That night when Emily came and trapped me in the bathroom was the single most terrifying moment of my life. Closely followed by when I fell down near the old church and got stuck down with the tomb."
"It's alright, Bonnie. We'll get out of here. I don't know how, but we will." She patted the smaller dark-skinned girl beside her comfortingly on the back. "The only thing I can think of is pulling the doors so hard that they break the mop in half, but neither of us are like super-strong. Any ideas?"
"Nope."
"Wait a minute, neither of us is super-strong, but I know somebody who is." Elena raised her eyebrows at Bonnie meaningfully, a tiny smile playing on her lips.
"Not Damon!" Bonnie suddenly understood what Elena was saying.
"Who else can we call?"
"Stefan? He's super-strong."
"Stefan is looking after my baby brother."
"Why is he looking after Jeremy?" Curiosity got the better of Bonnie.
"He drank some of Anna's blood and then tried to kill himself." The way Elena said it so matter-of-factly impressed her.
"Is he okay?"
"He's fine, but Stefan's baby-sitting him to make sure he doesn't try to kill himself again. Anna's blood is leaving his system so if he kills himself then he'll actually die. It's all very serious stuff we're talking about here and the idea of Jeremy being involved in any of it makes me feel ill."
"Okay, fine, call Damon. Just get us out of here; I'm feeling sick."
"Oh my god, I can't call him! We're in a hospital, Bonnie! If I call him it'll mess with the machines here. What are we going to do now?" Elena was panicking now, which meant serious trouble. Elena never freaked out and when she did it meant something was seriously up. Whether it was her that was up or the situation was as yet undetermined.
"If we scream loud enough do you think he'll hear us? I mean we only left him a few corridors away. And I don't see why he'd go anywhere."
"We can at least try. It can't hurt." Elena bit her lower lip before continuing. She wasn't looking forward to seeing Damon again. She'd decided that, until she and Stefan were officially broken up, she couldn't keep kissing Damon. It wasn't fair on Stefan. And if anybody saw them Elena would be dead. She wanted Stefan to hear it from her that she was in love with his brother. She felt like she could maybe soften the blow slightly if it came from her mouth. "Bonnie?" Her friend turned to look at her inquisitively. "You'd never tell Stefan about me and Damon, would you? It's just I want to be the one to tell him. I feel like it's only fair that I do it. And I think I could maybe like comfort him more if I'm the one who tells him."
"Okay, I'll let you tell him, but do it soon. The longer you leave it the harder it'll get to motivate yourself to tell him. And you have to tell him."
"I know," she sighed. "Doesn't make it any easier… Right, let's get on with this. On the count of three we scream the words 'Damon, help us, we're stuck in the corridor right from the turn on your right'. Okay?"
"Okay."
"One, two, three!" Elena counted and they both screamed as loud as their lungs would allow them. And hoped for the best.
Just a few seconds after their desperate screams, the two girls heard somebody running up to the dead end.
"Elena? Bonnie?" Damon yelled. "Are you in there?"
"Damon! Thank god! There's a mop stuck between the door handles, can you break the door down for us?" Elena begged, putting on her nicest voice and hoping he'd fall for it.
"Magic word?" Elena could almost feel the smugness radiating off of him through the doors. He had them exactly where he wanted. In need of rescue and willing to do anything for it. She gulped. She had a feeling he wasn't going to do this for free.
"Please, Damon." She tried using her sweetest, most innocent voice in the hope that he'd let her off scot-free. She heard him chuckle through the door after she'd said it. Damnit…
"I'll let you out," he replied. Elena had the feeling that he hadn't finished the sentence yet. "If judgy agrees to call a truce. I'm fed up with arguing that stupid witch! Get her to do it and I'll let you out."
Elena turned to Bonnie, her hands pressed together in a begging sign.
"No." Bonnie shook her head profusely. "We'll have to think of another way to get out because I'm not calling a truce with that."
"Oh my god, Bonnie! We've just had that big talk about this and you're acting exactly the same way as you did before!" Elena roared. "It's as if I've spent the last half an hour talking to a wall. What is it going to take for you to listen to what I'm saying?"
"That's it! I'm not taking this crap from you! Damon, open this door or I swear you'll be sorry!" Bonnie kicked the door hard in frustration.
"Er, no thanks. You can come out when I'm sure you're not gonna try and kill me again."
"Fine. But remember, you asked for this. This is your doing." And with that, Bonnie stepped back from the door and stared at it hard.
Elena didn't know what happened next because a door was between her and Damon, but she heard him screaming. Loud, unrelenting screams that were full of a kind of pain Elena had never experienced. She had a feeling he'd never experienced a pain so strong either.
"Bonnie!" Elena cried. "What are you doing to him? Please, Bonnie! Stop doing it! He's in pain! What is wrong with you?" And without a second thought, Elena did the only thing she felt she could do. She pulled her fist back and punched one of her best friends square in the jaw. It stopped her at least, but the expression of betrayal on her face was enough to make Elena's eyes fill up with tears. But she wouldn't let the tears fall. What she'd done was completely justified. But before she had a chance to do anything. Bonnie fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Damon?" Elena cried. "Are you okay? What did she do?"
"I'm fine," she heard him mumble and she breathed a sigh of relief. "What did you do to make her stop?"
"I punched her. She's unconscious." Elena looked down at the crumpled witch at her feet.
"You punched her?" Elena could hear both the surprise and the approval in his voice. "I'm impressed; didn't think you had it in you."
"Can you please let us out now? It's kind of hard to have a heart to heart when we're on separate sides of a door.
"Oh, sure. Step back so I can kick it open."
"Wait a sec, let me move Bonnie." She took hold of the girl's feet and dragged her to the side. "As mad as I am with her right now, I think I owe her the right to not get hit by a pair of double doors."
"If you say so. If I were you, I'd totally just leave her."
"Well you're not so… let's get on with this."
She watched as the doors before her flew open, the mop between the handles snapping in half like a piece of liquorice. And Damon Salvatore walked through them, looking as heroic as ever. As soon as she saw him, Elena threw herself into his arms, giving him a huge hug. She couldn't help it, she loved him so much.
"I've missed you," she grinned by way of explanation.
Damon looked down at her, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "It's only been an hour since we saw each other."
"It's been too long." Elena stretched up to kiss him lightly on the lips and then pulled away. "Have you given Caroline your blood yet?"
"Yep, she'll be fine."
"Oh, I'm so glad. I don't know what I'd do if anything bad happened to her."
"Well this is cosy," a smug voice from behind Elena stated. Bonnie had regained consciousness apparently.
"Bonnie, I'm so sorry I punched you, but it had to be done. You were insensible and I –"
"–Don't you dare talk to me! We are through, Elena. You chose him over me. I know where you stand and I know where I stand and we're not anywhere near each other. Save the apologies 'cause I don't want to know. Oh, and by the way, don't think I'm not going to tell Stefan about you two, he deserves the truth. And Damon? Watch your back." With that Bonnie swept away, leaving Elena to cry into Damon's shoulder quietly.
