Sorry guy, it took me longer than I hoped to upload this short chapter because it kinda lays everything out for the rest of the story, hence why I needed to spend a little more time on it. I also added another person's POV to see a situation from another's eyes and mind. So let me know if you guys liked it! And also if I should keep going back and forth with these two people's POV's. I do not own any of the characters from the vampire diaries.
Elena still hasn't woken up, and I don't know what to do. Her pulse is steady, and she didn't hit her head because I got there in time. Should I call someone, the only person who I know she is close with, or used to be close with, is Stefan. God knows that would be pretty awkward. What's that other bartenders name, Max or Mark. Oh whatever. I look over at Elena, she looks so peaceful, but also in pain.
I wake up to familiar surroundings. I am still in the Mystic Grill but what happened? My headache is still killing me but not as excruciating.
"Oh god, okay you're awake", Damon said relieved.
"How long was I out?", I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not. Considering that no one else is here means not too long. Hopefully.
"About 10 minutes. I uhh didn't know if I should call anyone-"
"No, please, that would've made it worse. You didn't right?".
"No. My mom's a nurse so I remembered something she said about if people are out for too long you should call someone, but your pulse was steady and you didn't hit your head, so I figured you would be up soon..". Thank God, that's all I need, to be brought to the hospital. Again.
I sit up and Damon comes over to help me.
"Well, that wasn't embarrassing at all. Thank you, really." I say, sounding more grateful than i intended. He did sorta save my life. I reach up to my head to make sure I'm not bleeding or bruised, or hurt at all. I guess Damon sees me reach my hand up there and says,
"I caught you before you uhh hit your head".
"Thank you, again, I don't know what would've happened if you weren't here", I didn't mean to sound like a whiny teenager who owes her life to this man who saved her. But, I am grateful because I can't even imagine if Damon wasn't here. I would probably have another concussion and wake up back in the hospital instead of waking up with a man who makes my cheeks turn red every five seconds.
"Are you sure you're okay? What happened?" He asks. I guess I have to explain myself. Hopefully he doesn't run out because he doesn't know what to say and that's the only other option. He seems different though, a good listener.
"It happens when I get these really bad headaches, I have pills for them in my bag-", he must've known because my bag is where he was just sitting, he goes to reach it for me. "And umm so I was going for my bag, but it just, didn't happen", I say with an exhale of breath and a smile. I tried to lighten up the situation, even though it's not a funny subject, but Damon still had the same serious smirk he always has. I reach in my bag for the pills and pop two in with the water Damon has for me.
"Thanks", I tell him. I stopped counting how many times I said it already.
"Why do you get the headaches?", he asks me. I hesitate by drinking some more water and look up at him from behind the glass. And I answer his question.
"I was in a car accident not too long ago, and they just keeping coming back. I was ejected out of the car, the police say, I don't remember it at all, because of my head injury. But I had my seat belt on so I don't know how I ended up out of it when my parents were-". I stopped myself before going any further. I rarely ever go that deep into the story, people don't like hearing tragic things because they never know what to say and they're constantly feeling bad. But with Damon, I felt safe, I felt like i could tell him anything and he could handle it. And he would listen.
"I'm sorry to hear that.. When was the accident?", he asks. With a look on his face that I can't really read. So I tell him,
"Umm about 3 months ago", Damon changes his expression, like he just realized something, maybe? I just look away and drink some more water. When I go to get up, I'm a little wobbly, but Damon is there to steady me. I give him a shy smile to tell him without words that I'm thanking him, again. He checks his phone to see what time it is I guess. When he looks back up at me, his blue eyes look like their searching for something in my brown eyes. He breaks our stare and says,
"I actually have to go, I'm meeting someone. So are you sure you're okay?". Who could he be meeting?
"I'm good, trust me", with that he says goodbye and he's gone before I get a chance to say it back.
When I walk out the door, it's all flashing before my eyes. She said about 3 months ago, the same time I got into town. The same time me and Enzo were in a car accident. The same time I tried to save the girl who was in her car with her family. Her parents were gone by the time I got out with Enzo, who swerved from the hydroplane. I thought that there were only two people in the other car, but then I heard an exhalation of breath coming from the back and saw a young woman. Beautifully vulnerable.
I ran to the back door to open it and she was sitting there with her seat belt on, that was good. She seemed dazed, almost drunk but that could be because she hit her head. I carried her out of the car, she was still warm, and her brown eyes stared up at me.
"You're going to be okay", I tell her. "You're gunna be fine", I assure her.
Did you guys like it? This chapter we got Damon's point of view, so let me know if you guys like seeing things through his eyes and mind and if I should keep with it. New chapter coming soon!
