Caroline walked into the cellar; a bottle of blood in her left hand. When she got to the cell Damon had put Stefan in she froze, looking into the small hard room. He should be locked in here she thought. She hated seeing him this way.
"Stefan?" she quietly spoke into the room.
"He slowly lifted his head and replied, "Caroline… Don't come in here."
"That's funny. You think I'm going to listen to you." she said with a smile and unlocked the door, walking inside. "I brought you something." She handed the bottle to him.
He shook his head, "I don't want it."
"Don't make me force you." She looked at him and her face softened. "Please, it will make you feel better. I promise."
She walked over to the small cot he was lying on and managed to sit on the side of it. They sat in silence for a few moments before he finally agreed. "Fine, give me the bottle." His voice showed how weak he was. He slowly propped himself up. Caroline handed him the bottle and moved to sit behind him, holding him up.
He took the lid off the bottle and slowly put it to his lips. As soon as he did this he knew she was right. This is what he needed. He couldn't finish it fast enough.
"I told you." Caroline said with a smile.
"Thank you." he threw the bottle on the floor and leaned back onto her. She instinctively put her arms around him. "Caroline, I'm sorry I almost hurt you…"
She shook her head, "I know what this does, Stefan. You didn't mean it."
"Yea, but I could have really hurt you. You shouldn't even be in here."
"You're okay now. Come on." She got up and held out her hand to him. "You don't need to be down here now."
"No, I can't hurt anyone down here."
"You won't hurt anyone. You should be comfortable."
He looked up at here and then at her hand. She nodded once to show him she meant it. Finally he took her hand and she led him out of the cellar. When they reached the first floor Damon was standing in the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Caroline?"
"He's fine, Damon. I won't let anything happen."
"I already saved you once. I won't do it again."
She glared at him. "And how would Elena feel about you letting me die?"
He returned the glare, "As long as you know what you're doing." he gave her a fake smirk and let them go.
They walked to the second floor, still holding hands. Caroline opened his bedroom door and lead him over to the bed. She helped him lay down before she herself sat down beside him. She was sitting so close, they were touching. She let Stefan rest his head on her and she slowly put her arms around him again.
"It's going to be okay." she whispered in his ear, putting her lips to his head. "Think of the happy memories. It will help." She said, struggling not to cry. "It'll be okay."
He closed his eyes and reached for hand. He started to think of the happy memories, without remembering the bad that went with them. He remembered when him and Damon were young, not having to care about anything, just having fun and running around. He remembered the good memories with Katherine and Elena. Finally, he thought of the friendship shared between him and Caroline; how she had been there for him. He was smiling, eyes still closed, as Caroline held him tighter.
There was a soft knock on the door and it opened a crack. It was Damon. He paused before saying anything. He looked at his little brother and Caroline comforting him. He thought of how Elena had been there for him and he was happy someone cared about Stefan enough to stay by his side.
"Someone's here to see you, Caroline." he finally said and turned away as someone else entered the doorway.
"Hello, love."