SPOV
"This is your house?" Aaron asked as we walked inside.
"Pretty much." I shrugged. "Would you like a drink? I know it was a long drive."
"I'll take a whiskey, straight." He said, still looking around.
"This way." I said, leading him into the den. I saw Katherine laying on the couch asleep, and I froze, causing Aaron to run into me.
"Ow! What the hell man."
"Sorry, just give me a second." I ran over to the couch and jerked her up. "Hey, wake up."
She blinked a few times, saw it was me and looked like she could hug me.
"Thank God you're back!"
"Why aren't you with him?" I demanded. The happy look fell from her face.
"He kicked me out of his room. I'm only aloud to take blood up there, and only when he's asleep."
"Why?" I asked, tightening my grip on her arm. "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing!" She cried. "Why does everyone think I'm out to get him?"
"Maybe because you are." I said letting her go and pushing her away. I started to fix Aarons drink. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Can you save him?" She asked, not opening her eyes.
"I know a cure." Aaron said, as I handed him his drink.
"Will it work?"
"It should."
"When?"
"Tomorrow." Katherine's eyes snapped open.
"It could be too late by then!"
"Katherine, we drove all night to get here." I said, drinking my own drink. "And it's the middle of the night. Come on, Aaron, I'll show you to your room."
After I got Aaron settled, I went up to Damon's room. I knew it was bad before I opened the door, but I didn't know how bad.
The room was completely dark and smelled of stale blood. Damon laid in the center of his bed, his breath trembling and he was sweating tremendously. His sheets were stained red with blood that he'd spilled or regurgitated and he looked horrible. He moaned in his sleep, his face showing his pain. I reached out to him, unsure of where a where not to touch him, my hand hung uselessly over his body. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn't become a doctor.
Damon woke up violently a minute later, holding his side, an expression of pure agony on his face.
"KATHERINE!" I yelled, unsure of what else to do. She was upstairs in an instant, pulling his hands away from his side.
"You can't touch it!" She whispered. For the first time since the night we died, I saw tears run down Damon's face.
"It hurts." He whimpered.
"I know, baby." She pulled him close to her and started talking softly in another language, I didn't know. But Damon seemed to understand, from the way he relaxed. The scene was almost identical to the night when we died, also. Katherine's fingers entwined in Damon's dark hair, him crying into her neck.
"You should go." Katherine said, looking at me. "He wouldn't want you to see him this way."
"But-"
"Please, do not argue with me right now, Stefan." She snapped. I looked at Damon and sighed.
" Okay, just...just take care of him."
"I will." She promised. When I looked into her eyes, I could have sworn I saw love for him them. But that wasn't possible. She'd said a million times that she didn't love him, why would that change now?
KPOV
"Damon." I said shaking his shoulder the next morning. "Damon, you need to wake up." He groaned, but opened his eyes. That far away look that I'd come to hate was back in them.
"Good morning." He said, touching my cheek. I knew it was wrong, that he wasn't in his own mind, and that if he woke up right now he'd me(and himself) even more, but I leaned into his touch.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Very." I lied. He smiled lazily and closed his eyes again.
"That's good." I heard Stefan and the wolf talking downstairs.
"Damon, I have to get up for a moment-" His eyes snapped open again and I saw hurt and rejection in them.
"It's for Stefan isn't it." He asked, sadly, then looked away. "I'm sorry. I know you do not like us fighting over you." He let me go. I wanted to stay in his bed so badly, because of how defeated he looked.
"No, Damon. I'm sorry." I said. I kissed his forehead and went downstairs.
When I walked into the kitchen, Stefan looked up, studied me for a second, then gave me a strange look.
"What?" I snapped.
"Thank you." He said, quickly. "For taking care of him."
"Let's just get him better." I said. Then looked at the wolf. "How do we do it?"
The wolf looked at Stefan, who nodded as to say it was okay for me to hear.
"Well...We'll need Vervain and blood from a relative, a wolf, a doppelganger, a witch, his maker, someone he made and someone who loves him."
"I'm only his half brother." Stefan said. "Will it still work?"
"Same father or mother?"
"Father."
"It should."
"And by love you mean..."
"In love."
Stefan shook his head and closed his eyes in defeat..
"We've got all that then." I said. "Stefan call Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, and Ric. I'll go get the weeds." I got the Vervain and Wolfsbane then rushed upstairs. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline were watch while watching as Jeremy argued with the wolf(Hadn't Stefan called him Aaron earlier?).
"He can't be up there!" Aaron was saying.
"But I care about him too!" Jeremy yelled.
"No human can be present! It's and ancient ritual rule!"
"Then why can Elena go?"
"Because a doppelganger isn't completely human." Jeremy opened his mouth, but I stepped up.
"Is this any time to argue?" I asked. "Jeremy, you and Alaric will wait down here until we say so and won't hear another word of it."
"What do I do with these?" I asked Aaron, holding the plants up.
"Someone has o make them into a liquid and a paste." He said, trying hold his breath against the smell.
"I'll do it." Jeremy volunteered , taking them and going into the kitchen, muttering about not being able to do anything else.
"Okay. Now we need to do the blood. I need relative, maker, one he made, doppelganger, werewolf, witch, and the lover will come from the source." Stefan held out his hand, Aaron cut it, and some blood spilled in, enough to cover the bottom of the glass. "Next." Six cuts and two band-aids later we were almost ready. Aaron mixed the liquid in with the blood and Jeremy handed Elena the paste.
"Alright." Aaron said. "Let's go save the blood sucker."
Sorry, if it's short, but Damon saving is next:)