Part 10:
Damon walked into the room with out making a sound. His heart lurched as he saw Raven laying on the bed. She was almost as pale as the bed sheets and the only color seemed to be her dark hair, which contrasted drastically with the pillow it was spread upon.
Damon remained standing just inside the room as he stared at his soulmate. She hardly looked like she was breathing. There was a heart monitor on the nightstand next to the hospital bed. It scared Damon to see Raven looking so vulnerable and weak.
"I'm not dead yet," Raven said grinning madly. Damon nearly jumped out of his skin.
"You little rat," he said. He guessed Raven had sensed him coming down the hall and remained motionless on purpose. "I guess I shouldn't feel so sorry for you. What with all the hospital food you're going to be subjected to. Who knows, maybe you'll be kept here for weeks."
Raven made a face as he laughed at her. She shifted and started to prop herself up on an elbow. Then she stopped a pain seared up through her shoulder.
"Are you ok?" Damon asked. Raven nodded.
"Those stupid doctors were poking at my stupid back and now it's all sore," she half muttered to her self.
Damon grinned inwardly knowing if she could complain she was fine.
"I heard that," she snapped.
"I thought I told you to stay out of my mind unless you're invited," Damon said, surprised once again at how powerful a telepath she was.
"Don't broadcast and I won't overhear. Besides, aren't I invited?" she asked batting her eyes at him. Damon had to laugh.
"So, where's my family?" Raven asked after a moment of silence.
"Around," he said at the same time Mary walked in the door.
"Mom and Dad'll be along in a moment, they're talking with the doctor."
"Cool. I never got a chance to ask earlier, how are you doing?"
"A lot better then you," Mary said with a laugh.
"I would hope so," Raven agreed. "So when am I getting out of this place?"
"The doctors want you to stay here for the night. They're worried you might have a relapse so they may keep you even longer then that," Mr. Johnson as he followed his wife in the door.
"I am not staying in this place. I don't need to. If I just have a good night's rest I'll be fine," Raven argued as she hugged her mother.
"I don't think it's up to you. I know you don't like staying at the hospital but you'll have to until the doctors say otherwise," he told her calmly.
"I'm not staying here," Raven said moving to get up from the bed.
"Yes you are," Damon said as he placed one hand on Raven's shoulder keeping her in place. "If I have to keep you here myself.'
"Fine. But just for tonight, I'm leaving in the morning," Raven said stubbornly. The Johnson's stayed for a making small talk but Raven didn't really pay attention. After awhile they left knowing that Raven would probably act the same way until she got out of the hospital.
Raven's dad took Damon out into the hall and walked down it for a ways so Raven could hear them.
"You take care of her and make sure she doesn't leave that room. The doctors really don't think she'd be strong enough to do anything other then lay in bed, unless you think that after standing for a while and fainting counts as otherwise."
"I'll take good care of her," he promised. Raven wasn't going to get out of that bed if he could help it.
Raven spent the next half-hour glaring at Damon. He started squirming under her gaze as it began to unnerve him.
"Would you stop it already. You are staying here, in that bed and you can glare all you want, it's not going to help you any." Raven scowled for a second before she went back to glaring. Damon sighed and sat back in the slightly-more-comfortable-then-the-airport-chairs-but-not-really chair.
A couple minutes later a college-aged student came in. He was a witch and for that night he would be Raven's donor. He flirted with Raven during the short moment before she bit him, until he caught Damon's eye and saw the death glares he was getting.
Raven was still moody when the man left but she quit glaring at Damon, opting for staring fixedly at the wall. Damon rolled his eyes as he wished they had a radio or something to break the silence.
Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon Mr. Johnson walked into Raven's room. He wasn't sure anyone was in there at all it was so quiet, but when he peered through the door he saw a dark head lying against the pillow.
Damon he saw was asleep in the visitor chair but Raven was still awake, staring at the ceiling.
"Your mother wanted me to bring you some of your things," he said quietly, so as not to disturb Damon.
"He knows your here, you wont wake him. He's just resting is all," Raven said bitterly.
"I hope you aren't waiting for him to fall asleep completely so you can sneak out," Mr. Johnson said in a warning tone.
"No dad, I'll stay here. I know when I'm beat. Will you hand me that bag? I want to see what mom packed me."
He handed the bag over obligingly and looked at Damon thoughtfully for a moment. Raven pawed through the bag and pulled out a book.
"Cool, my diary."
"Raven, why don't I take Damon home with me, so he can get some proper sleep in the guest room," he suggested.
"That's a good idea, you should do that. Yes, dad, I'll stay in this bed," Raven told him before he could say anything.
"Not one foot out," he said. Raven nodded.
"Just as soon as I change out of this stupid hospital gown," she said in agreement. She grabbed a nightgown from her bag and slid off of the bed. Damon's eyes snapped open and he started to get up.
"You get back," he started to say but was forced to stop talking by a jaw-splitting yawn.
"I'm going to change so keep your pants on," Raven told him rolling her eyes.
"Oh," he said sitting back down.
"Damon, if you'd like to accompany me home we have a guest bedroom that you could use to get a good couple hours of sleep," Mr. Johnson told him.
"No thanks. I'll stay here and watch Raven," Damon said before yawning again.
"She's agreed to not put a foot out of bed. It'll be perfectly all right if you come. It'll do you some good," Mr. Johnson said. Damon paused for a moment before nodding.
"Might as well," he said. He stood and shrugged his shoulders a couple of times to work out the knots. Sitting like that for even a short amount of time could make your muscles cramp, in those stupid plastic chairs at least.
"I'll behave," Raven said came out of the bathroom in an ankle long, misty white night gown. She had to say it after that look Damon had given her. She kissed him on the cheek and climbed into bed.
"Why don't you try and get some sleep yourself?" Damon asked her.
"I might," she said shrugging. She didn't know if she'd be able to. She waved good-bye as Damon and her father went out the door. She was glad Damon was going to get some sleep. She didn't think he had slept on the plane and he hadn't really gotten much sleep since he had decided he was going to move back to Italy, except for the few hours before the plane ride.
Raven settled back into the pillows and started to write in her diary.
At the Johnson house Damon was shown to the guest bedroom. He had barely kicked his shoes off and laid down before he was asleep.
Damon walked into the room with out making a sound. His heart lurched as he saw Raven laying on the bed. She was almost as pale as the bed sheets and the only color seemed to be her dark hair, which contrasted drastically with the pillow it was spread upon.
Damon remained standing just inside the room as he stared at his soulmate. She hardly looked like she was breathing. There was a heart monitor on the nightstand next to the hospital bed. It scared Damon to see Raven looking so vulnerable and weak.
"I'm not dead yet," Raven said grinning madly. Damon nearly jumped out of his skin.
"You little rat," he said. He guessed Raven had sensed him coming down the hall and remained motionless on purpose. "I guess I shouldn't feel so sorry for you. What with all the hospital food you're going to be subjected to. Who knows, maybe you'll be kept here for weeks."
Raven made a face as he laughed at her. She shifted and started to prop herself up on an elbow. Then she stopped a pain seared up through her shoulder.
"Are you ok?" Damon asked. Raven nodded.
"Those stupid doctors were poking at my stupid back and now it's all sore," she half muttered to her self.
Damon grinned inwardly knowing if she could complain she was fine.
"I heard that," she snapped.
"I thought I told you to stay out of my mind unless you're invited," Damon said, surprised once again at how powerful a telepath she was.
"Don't broadcast and I won't overhear. Besides, aren't I invited?" she asked batting her eyes at him. Damon had to laugh.
"So, where's my family?" Raven asked after a moment of silence.
"Around," he said at the same time Mary walked in the door.
"Mom and Dad'll be along in a moment, they're talking with the doctor."
"Cool. I never got a chance to ask earlier, how are you doing?"
"A lot better then you," Mary said with a laugh.
"I would hope so," Raven agreed. "So when am I getting out of this place?"
"The doctors want you to stay here for the night. They're worried you might have a relapse so they may keep you even longer then that," Mr. Johnson as he followed his wife in the door.
"I am not staying in this place. I don't need to. If I just have a good night's rest I'll be fine," Raven argued as she hugged her mother.
"I don't think it's up to you. I know you don't like staying at the hospital but you'll have to until the doctors say otherwise," he told her calmly.
"I'm not staying here," Raven said moving to get up from the bed.
"Yes you are," Damon said as he placed one hand on Raven's shoulder keeping her in place. "If I have to keep you here myself.'
"Fine. But just for tonight, I'm leaving in the morning," Raven said stubbornly. The Johnson's stayed for a making small talk but Raven didn't really pay attention. After awhile they left knowing that Raven would probably act the same way until she got out of the hospital.
Raven's dad took Damon out into the hall and walked down it for a ways so Raven could hear them.
"You take care of her and make sure she doesn't leave that room. The doctors really don't think she'd be strong enough to do anything other then lay in bed, unless you think that after standing for a while and fainting counts as otherwise."
"I'll take good care of her," he promised. Raven wasn't going to get out of that bed if he could help it.
Raven spent the next half-hour glaring at Damon. He started squirming under her gaze as it began to unnerve him.
"Would you stop it already. You are staying here, in that bed and you can glare all you want, it's not going to help you any." Raven scowled for a second before she went back to glaring. Damon sighed and sat back in the slightly-more-comfortable-then-the-airport-chairs-but-not-really chair.
A couple minutes later a college-aged student came in. He was a witch and for that night he would be Raven's donor. He flirted with Raven during the short moment before she bit him, until he caught Damon's eye and saw the death glares he was getting.
Raven was still moody when the man left but she quit glaring at Damon, opting for staring fixedly at the wall. Damon rolled his eyes as he wished they had a radio or something to break the silence.
Around 3 o'clock in the afternoon Mr. Johnson walked into Raven's room. He wasn't sure anyone was in there at all it was so quiet, but when he peered through the door he saw a dark head lying against the pillow.
Damon he saw was asleep in the visitor chair but Raven was still awake, staring at the ceiling.
"Your mother wanted me to bring you some of your things," he said quietly, so as not to disturb Damon.
"He knows your here, you wont wake him. He's just resting is all," Raven said bitterly.
"I hope you aren't waiting for him to fall asleep completely so you can sneak out," Mr. Johnson said in a warning tone.
"No dad, I'll stay here. I know when I'm beat. Will you hand me that bag? I want to see what mom packed me."
He handed the bag over obligingly and looked at Damon thoughtfully for a moment. Raven pawed through the bag and pulled out a book.
"Cool, my diary."
"Raven, why don't I take Damon home with me, so he can get some proper sleep in the guest room," he suggested.
"That's a good idea, you should do that. Yes, dad, I'll stay in this bed," Raven told him before he could say anything.
"Not one foot out," he said. Raven nodded.
"Just as soon as I change out of this stupid hospital gown," she said in agreement. She grabbed a nightgown from her bag and slid off of the bed. Damon's eyes snapped open and he started to get up.
"You get back," he started to say but was forced to stop talking by a jaw-splitting yawn.
"I'm going to change so keep your pants on," Raven told him rolling her eyes.
"Oh," he said sitting back down.
"Damon, if you'd like to accompany me home we have a guest bedroom that you could use to get a good couple hours of sleep," Mr. Johnson told him.
"No thanks. I'll stay here and watch Raven," Damon said before yawning again.
"She's agreed to not put a foot out of bed. It'll be perfectly all right if you come. It'll do you some good," Mr. Johnson said. Damon paused for a moment before nodding.
"Might as well," he said. He stood and shrugged his shoulders a couple of times to work out the knots. Sitting like that for even a short amount of time could make your muscles cramp, in those stupid plastic chairs at least.
"I'll behave," Raven said came out of the bathroom in an ankle long, misty white night gown. She had to say it after that look Damon had given her. She kissed him on the cheek and climbed into bed.
"Why don't you try and get some sleep yourself?" Damon asked her.
"I might," she said shrugging. She didn't know if she'd be able to. She waved good-bye as Damon and her father went out the door. She was glad Damon was going to get some sleep. She didn't think he had slept on the plane and he hadn't really gotten much sleep since he had decided he was going to move back to Italy, except for the few hours before the plane ride.
Raven settled back into the pillows and started to write in her diary.
At the Johnson house Damon was shown to the guest bedroom. He had barely kicked his shoes off and laid down before he was asleep.