The pain of truth:
"Ouch" that hurt him. It physically hurt him. The pain was getting worse. It was excruciating, worse than Bonnie's homemade headaches he pain was in his chest. His eyes shut as tightly as he could. He dropped to his knees. "help" he screamed putting his head to the floor.
"What's wrong?" yelled a worried Elena. "Are you just mucking around again?" something in her voice said that she didn't believe that was true.
"Help, please" he said now flat on the ground. His chest felt like it was covered by flames hotter than the sun. The feeling was like having 100 stakes being plunged into your chest.
"Oh my god" she cried as blood started to pour out of Damon's chest. "What do I have to do" she gasped, rolling Damon onto his back. Without hesitation she ripped off his shirt with the minimum of effort. What she saw was scary. There was a puncture mark just bellow his heart. Inside was a small wooden bullet covered in blood.
"Get...it...out" he yelped in between spasms of sharp, intense pain. "Urgh" he screamed as she pulled the missile out of his chest. He gasped for air as Elena ripped a piece of her shirt off to use as a sort of cleaning cloth.
"Damon, who shot you!" Elena was now ripping off another piece of her shirt to replace the previous red blood stained piece. Damon was gasping as the pain slowly decreased. He didn't know. He hoped that she would.
"I have no idea" he said taking control of cleaning his wound. Elena stroked his sweating head
"You scared me" she whispered helping Damon get up and helping him sit on the sofa.
"Thank you" he panted putting his hands on her shoulders to keep steady.
"Damon, I may not like you that much but I don't want you to die" after she said this she smiled at him. He smiled back. He was staring once again into her blue eyes whilst she was staring into his black eyes.
"I guess you're not such a bad monster after all." Damon gasped again as the hole in his chest was forced shut.
"Oh my god, Damon does it still hurt?" she was truly worried about him now but the hole was gone and he was left with no pain.
"No...It's gone"
"What has" she asked looking completely confused yet worried.
"The hole" as he said this he pulled away the bandage leaving both Elena and him with their mouths wide open. Right were there should of been a gaping hole there was a heart shaped scar that was bright red.