SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE BUT I WAS IN A TRIP FOR A MONTH WITHOUT MY COMPUTER. I'm back with a new chapter as an apology. Thanks for the review, follows and adding to your favorite. Okay it is back up after necessary edit, I didn't even know you were so many reading it until my p.m was filled with messages.

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This may be an Unconventional love where I have to lock you inside my highest tower

Bonnie's head was resting on her open palms. Her body was seconds away from crumbling. She sat in the hospital's waiting room, on one of its hard chairs, falling in and out of sleep.

Silas paced back and forth. The sound of his Italian leather wingbacks made as they beat against the sheet flooring kept jolting Bonnie awake. As the adrenaline vacated her system, fatigue overcame her.

"I'll be back." were the first words Silas uttered since they left the apartment she shared with Damon.

Bonnie raised her head with interest, but sadly, before she was able to get a word in, the young man was already gone. Suddenly she felt loneliness add a new weight on her fragile emotional balance.

The brunette woman looked around the depressing hospital ward. She felt a myriad of emotions overcome her: loneliness, confusion, and befuddlement. The many thoughts that accompanied those emotions left her exhausted and hollow. Bonnie could not fathom the chain of event that led to her presence in that hospital's waiting room.

Perhaps her deep concern for Damon's well-being was affecting her ability to process every little detail or exhaustion might have impaired her cognitive abilities. Bonnie's head dropped back in her hands as she closed her eyes tightly to prevent the tears from free falling and she sighed with desperation.

"You did nothing wrong." Silas startled her with a comforting touch as he covered her shoulders with a warm blanket.

As their tired eyes met, the younger Salvatore offered her a smile. Bonnie whispered a "thank you" and moved over to make space for him to sit. They fell into an awkward silence the presence of another being an unnerving intrusion. Eventually Bonnie turned to face the room's other side as Silas stared at his mobile phone.

Sniff…sniff…sniff.

Silas was brought out of his personal grieve by the sound of Bonnie's stifled sob. He knew that he needed to take care of her. In that empty waiting room where he could hear nothing but her suffocated cries, his pain mirrored hers. Therefore, he moved closer and offered her a comforting embrace. In Silas' arms, Bonnie finally broke down. The tears that she tried to hold in now fell freely, and she stuttered as she tried to convey her feelings with words.

"I don't… I don't understand… he was fine." She sobbed in his shoulders. The words came out staccato between hiccups.

I can't understand. Her thoughts were stuck. She forced herself to reevaluate the situation, but she couldn't understand. One question circulated aggressively in the crevice in her mind. How did I overlook something so big? She was worried for Damon and sick with guilt because she believed that at some point she failed him. All those emotions were painted across her face.

"Shush… it's okay." The right words to console his sister in law were hard to find.

If the situation weren't so dire, Silas would have laughed at the irony of a writer unable to find the right words, but now it made him feel useless. He was sure that Damon would want him to console Bonnie. Once again, he was failing his brother. So, he just listened as she cried until she cried no more.

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"I'm sorry…I'm really sorry." Bonnie wiped her nose and offered an awkward smile. The young woman felt embarrassed with her display of emotion. She was sure Silas expected her to stay strong, but instead she was crumbling and so riddled with guilt that she felt inadequate.

She quickly wiped the tears. The situation was draining her, and she was desperately trying to keep herself together. Bonnie tried to leave Silas' arms, but he tightened his hold on her and whispered in her ear that it was for his own comfort. The young Salvatore knew that it was selfish, but he was happy that he was no longer the only one dealing with the situation. He was comforted by the thought that someone else cared about Damon.

"The first time I brought him to the hospital I cried too. There is no reason to apologize. It takes so much, and we just sit outside whilst he is..." it became an impossible for him to finish his sentence. Instead, he just pointed at one of the observation rooms where Damon was sleeping with potent sedative.

"You should go home, he would want you to be home and not here." He said suddenly as he pulled himself together. He put more space between them. He tried to distance himself, but Bonnie grabbed his hand and she squeezed it.

"You know when I had to say my wedding vows, I repeated a bunch of words and most of them were meaningless, but I meant it with all my soul when I told him that he found an unmovable best friend in me. His name is now synonymous with mines. Fake marriage or not, for the time being we're one." She had to swallow her pain as she felt her eyes swell with tears.

"I don't know how to be a perfect husband. I have never envisioned myself being one so being perfect at it would be hard. However, you will never agree to less than perfection. You will never deserve less than perfection. Therefore, I promise at least to try to be the perfect husband. Those words are the two-last line of his wedding vows, and the only thing I remember out of that wedding ceremony. It was a moment of genuine truth. I know he tried. I know he did his best. I am furious because I did not see how taxing it was for him." She was fighting to keep the tears from flowing from her eyes.

"I don't want to be home. I can't be home when he is here because of me. I knew something was wrong. I'd find him awake at dawn acting out of character, but I just brushed it off. I maybe even took advantage of it and then we fought. I left when he begged me not to go. I just left him I can't… I can't do it again. I can't go home." She said with conviction in a shaky voice.

"You didn't cause this. Don't let the scene in your apartment make you believe that you caused this." Silas said with more warmth in his voice. His eyes matched his words and were filled with compassion.

"The last thing you want to do is to stay by his side out of guilt. You don't want to hurt him like that. Go home Bonnie. He will understand, and you won't be the first one to walk out on him, his own family already did." He added that last sentence without a second thought, but the words still contained some malice even if she was not the intended target. His exhaustion made him less mindful of his words. He hadn't realized that his less than tactful approach was hurtful.

"Did you hear what I said? My husband is in that bed and I am not leaving him alone." Bonnie said with frustration. She stood up and walked towards him until she was in front of him.

"Before being my husband, he is my friend. He is a man who let me hug his arm the entire night even though it was uncomfortable, and he complained the next morning. He is an idiot who worries about my happiness before his own. I can't go home because my home is right inside that room. He is my husband and my home. So, we can both be here for him whilst we also help each other through this, or you can take a seat further away from me." Her irises were glimmering with fury.

Bonnie sighed trying to quell her anger. She walked back to her seat in silence.

"I'll grab us some coffee." He offered with a small-embarrassed smile. She was forgiving enough and showed it by moving to sit closer.

"Thank you." She whispered gratefully

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Silas returned with two coffee cups; he drank his coffee whilst Bonnie was still unable to stomach caffeine. They attempted to have a light conversation; it worked for few minutes until they settled in to comfortable silence. Bonnie leaned on Silas' arm as she tried to sleep. Bonnie was dozing off until Silas' voice startled her. She woke up with aghast eyes confused by the shouting around her.

"What are you doing here? Who called you?" Silas had left Bonnie's side and was shouting at a pair of new comers.

Bonnie took a good minute until she could discern whom the two-people arguing with her brother in law were. Her confusion grew when she saw Lily placing a calming hand on Silas, but the young man pushed it away. Bonnie had no knowledge on the Salvatore family dynamic, she wasted no time in joining the trio to try to control the situation.

"The hospital called. How is he?" Giuseppe answered and turned his attention on Bonnie when asking about Damon's well-being.

The Salvatore patriarch knew that Silas would never answer his question, if the young man was to address him then he had more chance to be insulted, and he anticipated his son's action correctly. Silas' answer to his father's question was a series of insults. Giuseppe knew he deserved his son's hostility. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"Hmmm… as if you care about him suddenly?" the youngest Salvatore snorted, and stood closer to Damon's room.

He began to take a defensive stance. He knew what his parents' intrusion often led to. Bonnie did not understand the sudden aggression. The young woman placed a hand on Silas and squeezed his shoulder to get his attention. He glanced back at her for a second, and then redirected his focus on his parents once again.

"Silas…please." Bonnie pleaded with him as she looked around the deserted hospital. She was thankful the hospital's ward was so empty for the Salvatore seemed to have no qualm about exposing their dirty laundry in public places.

"How is Damon?" Lily just chose to ignore her youngest son and focused on the purpose for her presence in the hospital.

"Sleeping and safe." Bonnie offered with an apologetic smile. Bonnie glared at Silas who was still eager to say more.

"And how are you bambina?" Lily inquired as she extended a comforting hand towards Bonnie.

Whilst listening to what he assumed to be false niceties, Silas snorted and laughed bitterly as he stared at his parents. He felt as if he had walked in the twilight zone; they were really pretending to care this time, but they could not fool him. He understood the hypocrisy behind their words, and he would make sure Bonnie understood it too for Damon's sake

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"Son…please." Lily's soft voice tried to pacify him one more time.

The brunette woman took the hand of her son, she squeezed in support, but Silas' reaction was to shrink away from her motherly touch. For the young man it felt so wrong to be on the receiving end of his mother love, how could he accept her motherly affection when he knew that she would not be able to offer said affection to Damon when he needed it the most?

"Please?" He said with a questioning tone. Silas threw his hand up in the air to express his frustration. He could no longer contain himself. He glared at his mother who at least had the decency to act hurt and affected by his disdain and anger.

"Not today or now, don't embarrass us right now son. That is what you mean right? … Are you going to tell Damon the same thing and it wouldn't be the first time anyway?" He spat with aggravation and he glared at his parents unable to hide the disgust he felt as he remembered past events.

Silas' head began to throb. He felt his aggression grow as each word flowed from his lips, and so he decided to put some distance between his mother and him. He had few more things he needed to say, but he recognized that the right moment wasn't right to confront his parents.

Silas tried to be reasonable, but every time he thought about how he failed to defend Damon from them in the past, his anger grew. Therefore, before he knew it, each of his words became more corrosive, he threw at his parents' faces their most deplorable acts and their failures. The experience was liberating, so he continued speaking. With each reproach, his words were more reckless and scorching. At some point Lily was in tears. Giuseppe had to intervene once his wife broke into a long tirade of apologies, but Silas refused to relent.

"We're in a hospital corridor. It is not a place where you can just purge your feeling, and I truthfully believe that you have reasons to be angry but think about your brother." Giuseppe said between greeted teeth.

However, his statement proceeded to infuriate Silas more. He turned all his rage toward Giuseppe, and advanced toward his father until he was in his personal space.

"You didn't care the first time or all the other times that came after. When you were the one doing the hurting, it didn't matter. You didn't care about Damon, you never stepped in the room where he was laying sick. Paying for his therapy was enough to you. All you know how to do is to pay and ask him to man up. He shouldn't be losing his mind like an emotional woman. Just go home before you worsen the situation." He said without hesitation and he took two steps back.

"Silas…please." Bonnie said with an appeasing voice.

"You have no idea Bonnie… you have no idea what they ask of him. I'm sure they just came to see if their cash cow could go back to work in the earliest time possible." He insisted.

"I don't care. Can you take this outside? All of you? Don't comeback until he is your priority and not just the reason for your family feud." Bonnie walked away from the arguing trio and entered the room where Damon was kept under psychologic observation.

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Bonnie was holding Damon's hand. She wondered how long he would be asleep, but she was glad that he didn't see the scene his family caused. Her left hand flew in his tousled hair. It was so soft, and she quickly felt some sort of comfort.

She grabbed his left hand as she always did when she was stressed and started playing with his ring. She would have loved if he woke up to tell her that she had two rings on her own hand as he always did when she confiscated his arm.

Bonnie's emotions were all over the place, but she refused to cry. She was sure Damon would want to see her happy when he wakes, he was a noble idiot after all. His selflessness infuriated her. The guilt she felt for leaving him and ignoring his pleas hung around her like a heavy, thick blanket. When the doctor explained that Damon had been in a manic state for eight days, her guilt grew tenfold.

"I never understood Silas' attachment to Damon. He was never very close to his actual twin, even when they were younger, Silas was always trailing behind his cooler big brother, and by then it didn't bother me much, I was busy being a mother for just one of my son, Stefan. However it was the reason Silas sought Damon so much." Bonnie didn't notice that Lily was sitting beside her until the Salvatore matriarch started speaking.

The Salvatore matriarch's voice was filled with guilt. Lily believed Bonnie deserved to know the root of discord between her mother in law and her sons. Bonnie's entire focus was on Damon. The young woman's personal guilt overshadowed her ability to listen to Lily's words. Her silence seemed to encourage Lily to share more of her story.

"It was close to dependency when they were children and Silas couldn't do a thing without Damon's help. However, they were just substituting for the affection Giuseppe and I failed to give. However, it all changed when Damon became sick. My younger son's parental figure, his cool big brother disappeared under the illness, and still Damon tried to be there for Silas. Silas had to switch role with Damon, he had to be the concerned brother." She swallowed a sob and she continued speaking.

"And you might wonder what Giuseppe and I did to help the situation? We did nothing but issuing demand, we let Silas deal with Damon's troubles, and we turned Damon into Silas' burden. I'm sure Silas doesn't consider Damon a burden. I understand his anger." Lily slowly wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Bonnie embarrassed.

"The thing with mental illness is that it is not tangible, so Giuseppe and I ignored it. It could not be our brilliant son. Not our perfect Damon, he is just partying too much, drinking too much, and eventually we blamed him for shattering the perfect image we had of him. Your failures as a parent are brought to the surface when your children depend more on each other than they will ever depend on you. It took us time to accept that what we did was wrong, to understand what Damon's condition means, but I swear we're working on it." Lily stared at her sleeping son.

"Lily I don't want to be rude, but my priority right now is Damon. I don't know what to tell you. I have no idea how to mend your relationship with your sons. Damon is right here why you don't try to reach to him." Bonnie spoke softly, and pushed herself aside so Lily could sit closer to her son.

"You're absolutely right. We're trying to learn how to do that. We have been talking with his psychiatrist, so we can understand his disease and how to navigate around it, but I fear it is a bit too late if I believe Silas harsh reaction." Lily replaced Bonnie on the warm chair and held her son's hand.

"I have no idea how to do this, what am I supposed to do? Keep trying, I'm trying too. Perhaps they will see that you're doing something to amend your relationship. " Her daughter in law replied softly as she started to leave the room.

Bonnie felt as if she was intruding on a family moment and wanted to give Lily some space with her son. She also wanted to take a minute to breathe. However, the older woman found her presence comforting. The lack of judgement towards her actions was refreshing, and Lily still felt a bit too awkward inside the hospital to want to be alone with her son.

"Can you stay a bit longer? I find it easier to deal with hardship when I'm around family and if he happens to wake up; I think he will want to see you first." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Bonnie was surprised that Lily considered her as a family member and nodded. The young woman walked back inside the room and took Damon's other hand.

"Thank you for giving him so much of what he has lost in the past." Lily said with a slightly shaking voice. With tears filled eyes, she stared at the shinning yellow stone on Bonnie's left hand.

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First dream

Damon used his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. He was abruptly awakened by his fiancé, Katherine, who was opening the curtains of his private hospital suite. He was tired, but he was also very happy to see her. After he was diagnosed with manic disorder caused by excessive sleep deprivations, his doctor forced him to rest under psychologic observation for a month. He missed her, which is why, Damon resisted the urge to complain about Katherine's sporadic visits.

"It is unfair?" Katherine's whinny voice came from the other side of the room.

The beautiful brunette was frowning, and a pout sat on her lip. She crossed her arms to show her frustration, but Damon could only think about how cute his fiancé was. She made her way towards Damon's hospital bed and sat on the corner, and then she focused her attention on him. She looked at him expectantly awaiting an explanation. This frustrated Damon

"Kat?" the young man regretted the question as it left his lips.

"I can't just deal with the news right now. We were supposed to be married a month ago but you had to go and do this. Sleeping four hours a day wouldn't have cost you anything, but not the great Damon Salvatore, the man doesn't need sleep." The brunette woman groaned with frustration. As she looked at the diamond ring on her hand, she felt her anger resurface.

It had been embarrassing to cancel the event of the century. What would have been even more embarrassing would be to divulge the reason why her wedding was postponed. She refused to have rumors circulating with different narratives regarding Damon's mental illness.

"Obviously, I wanted to have a mental breakdown. This is a dream destination and the medicine is amazing. I told you about my big project, it didn't allow me to go on honeymoon out of the country. I proposed to you multiple options on where to spend our honeymoon and I even offered to have a trip when I would be able to take some time off, but you didn't want to hear it. Where do you think the extra hours come from? I have to repay them; I just don't get to take days off when you want me too. However you prefer to believe the fantasy that I'm trying to escape my engagement with you, when the truth is that I was ruining my health to give you that European trip you want." Damon had to remind himself to remain calm. He did not need the extra stress, but recently he found it hard not to give into his anger.

"Damon… what am I supposed to think when it conveniently happens two days before my wedding?" Katherine replied.

"You should believe what the psychiatrist told you. I have been overworking myself and my mind gave up before my body could." He insisted.

His veins were pulsing, she was giving him a headache with her stubbornness. He started to regret her presence in his room. He closed his eyes and laid back inside his bed, he would just sleep it off. He would just ignore the angry thoughts in his mind.

"But our wedding…" She pouted again.

"Why are you so obsessed with the wedding," He spat in frustration. His eyes remained closed and he was no longer facing her.

"Because I don't want my child to be called a bastard." She replied without hesitation.

It was an awkward way to discover that he was going to be father, it filled him with pure joy. He enveloped her in a warm hug.

"Oh fuck… I'm going to be a father." Tears of joy streamed down his cheeks even though the thought of being a father scared him a bit.

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Second dream

Damon didn't understand why he was no longer in his hospital room. He looked around his new surroundings, and his eyes fell on his parents. Lily was nested inside Giuseppe's arms, they were so taken by each other that they did not notice their eldest son. Damon did not feel the need to bother them, he had just come around to pick Silas' stuff. Finally, he remembered why he was in the manor. His doctor had released him three weeks ago with a strict advice to avoid emotional turmoil, stress, and excessive work. The man had no idea what it meant to be Damon Salvatore or to have his job.

Silas' had thrown another tantrum because Giuseppe refused to finance his publishing house, so now he was squatting Damon's apartment. He refused even to step a foot inside the manor since he left two months ago. Damon was making his way toward Silas' side of the manor, but familiar noises halted his steps. His morbid curiosity forced him to investigate. He was having second thoughts. After all, people were allowed their privacy, but Stefan thought that it was wise to leave his door open whilst he engaged into rather unholy activities. Damon rationalized that he would not mind the interruption.

"Wow…oh…" the words died in his throat when he happened upon Stefan who rhythmically thrusting up into his lover as she rode him.

The bouncing curls were no longer intriguing. Her body was no longer familiar, it was known to him. The brown eyes that were now staring back at him belonged to his fiancé, Katherine. She quickly disengaged herself from Stefan's penis. Damon had no idea of how long it had been until he could process the scene. All he could do is stare at her engagement ring. The bitch had the audacity to grab it from the cupboard and put it back on her finger. That act alone was enough to bring him back to the present and push him over the edge.

"Damon…"Katherine called with a voice filled with despair and guilt.

Damon couldn't look at her. He thought he heard his name, but he wasn't sure. He had no idea what he was doing there; he just knew he felt anger. He tried to calm himself. This sort of anguish is exactly what he was supposed to avoid. He took deep breaths as his willed himself to leave, but a voice stopped him

"Big brother." Stefan's voice oozed with cockiness.

A trace of pervasive revenge glinted in the younger Salvatore's eyes. If he could, he would have gloated that for once he was beating his brother at something. However, Damon's reaction was good enough for now. It did nothing to soothe the pain he felt when Giuseppe did not pick him to manage the aeronautic section of the firm (which was the part of the consortium that made the most profit. Successful management assured one to be the next head of the consortium.), but somehow this scene helped Stefan's ego.

"You're such a piece of shit." He spat. He tried to walk away from the confrontation, but it seemed Katherine and Stefan had other wishes.

"Damon, calm down please." Katherine grabbed his wrist and tried to focus his attention on her, but he wouldn't look at her. She had no clue of his state during the argument, but Damon had slipped deep into a manic episode. This was his first triggered episode.

"Don't fucking touch me…" He tried to put distance between them, but she came closer.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME… what's wrong with you? How could you?" He recoiled away from her at first and then he stood before her menacingly.

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"Damon…please." the brunette woman insisted, her hands cradled his face. The cold of the platinum against his skin startled Damon and he reacted instinctively.

"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME … SO WHY ARE YOU FUCKING TOUCHING ME." He shoved her carelessly even forgetting that she was pregnant, but Stefan caught her just on time.

"Here goes Saint Stefan." Damon laughed bitterly and tried to bypass the pair so he could leave the room, but Stefan stepped in his way. It that just made Damon more aggressive and defensive.

"Calm the fuck down." Stefan said as he placed a hand against Damon's chest. The elder Salvatore was developing an aversion to touch. Stefan's actions only drew more aggression out of him. Before Stefan could protect himself, Damon attacked him. He punched in his face and threw him to the ground.

"Am I calm enough for you now? I said don't touch me." He said stoically. He tried again to leave the room. He felt as if he were suffocating in that small space.

"You wonder why I run to him? You're insane! Those pills that you're taking are turning you into a different man. I can't deal with it. I can no longer stand your face. I can't stand the way you ignore my body, but he doesn't." Katherine spat at him as she ran toward Stefan.

"How long Kat?" He ignored her tirade and remembered what was going on.

"DOES IT MATTER?" she shouted at him as she helped Stefan get on his feet.

"How long Stefan? Go ahead I can see you want to brag. TELL ME ALL OF IT THEN." He leaned against the door and looked at his brother defiantly.

"A year." The younger Salvatore was bragging. He had a smirk on his lip. He had no idea the amount of damage he was doing.

"Considering that you were riding his dick long before all the psychiatric mess, your excuses are falling flat." Damon voice was devoid of emotions. He said his peace and was ready to walk away. Once again, he was once again stopped. Now Katherine was shouting and cursing at him.

"He is better than you. Are you happy now?" she said as she lifted her chin in defiance.

"I want a DNA test for your bastard." The emotional disconnect was no longer subtle, but they all missed it.

"You will get one when the baby is born." She answered back, but Damon was not in the mental state to accept her rebuttal.

"I want a DNA test." He said coolly but Katherine once again said no.

"I WANT A DNA TEST NOW… I WANT A DNA TEST NOW." Damon woke up shouting that he wanted a DNA test. He looked around but had no idea where he was. Someone was trying to hold him and it put him on alert.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." He warned as he recoiled away from the green-eyed woman. She looked familiar, but he didn't recognize her.

"Oh god, you're awake." Bonnie hugged him; she was too excited to abide by his request.

"Don't touch me… not after what you did." He hissed, his words were enough to suppress her excitement.

The psychiatrist had warned her that he might be completely out of it when he resurfaced. Bonnie obeyed and took few steps away from him. It was enough to calm him. Damon sat up and looked around the room. Then his he returned his attention to the petite woman. He stared at Bonnie trying to force recognition. He was taken by her eyes and took a step closer to her.

"Damon, it's me, Bonnie." She answered as she sensed his anguish. Her name and voice seemed to be a perfect trigger because he pulled through.

"I'm not feeling well…are you okay?" he whispered

"I'm fine baby… I just need to get your doctor and I promised to be back."

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Two days after the second nightmare

"Don't touch me. I hate you so much. Are you happy now?" Katherine was in the hospital and Stefan was holding her hand.

Unfortunately, she had suffered a miscarriage as a side effect from the amniotic DNA test that Damon had insisted she took. It was a rare occurrence and the doctor stated that even without the test her pregnancy had a very low chance to reach full term. Katherine was too caught in sorrow to care about those explanations; she only stuck with the belief that Damon was the reason behind her miscarriage.

"Katherine…please." He pleaded even through his manic state, the loss of a child that he wanted so much affected him.

"Stefan please make him eave. Get his insane out of here." She cried on the younger Salvatore's shoulder.

"Katherine talk to me…I'm sorry about the baby. I'm sorry about the miscarriage. I never meant for this to happen, but I needed to know…" He said repeatedly. He needed to convince himself that he had not caused the death of his child, but he was failing. His thoughts were getting darker from manic state. He was diving into manic depression.

"You killed your fucking son… he is dead because you could bear to wait five months to know if it was yours or Stefan's. Well congratulations! Your son is dead. You killed him because you wanted a paternity test." Those words were enough to break his fragile mind.

"Kat… please I am sorry." He sobbed as he took a step back. Her words felt like a fatal blow.

"Damon you should leave."

"I'm sorry." He woke up moaning apologies and in tears.

Every day since he was put in observation, Bonnie's arms comforted him in attempts to stop his panic attack.

"I'm here baby. It is going to be alright." She whispered as she placed a kiss on his temple and hugged him tightly.

"Bonnie?" he questioned as he recovered from his nightmare.

"The one and only." She placed a kiss on his cheek when she noticed that he started to relax in her arms. She hugged him until her arms hurt. She did not even let go when the weight of his sleeping body made it impossible for her to hold him straight. She just held him.

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It had been two weeks since his internment. Damon was no longer in the observation ward, Giuseppe moved him to a private ward that looked similar to a five-star room. Those accommodations gave him more freedom. Bonnie slept every night in his hospital room. Silas was practically her roommate. His parents had visited every day staying as long as they could. The atmosphere between the Salvatore's wasn't perfect. Silas still side eyed his parent on occasion, but they seemed to have found a middle ground.

Unfortunately, Damon was not over his manic episode. Every time he awakened from being sedated, he relieved that series of horrible events. His psychiatrist had to explain that he was relieving triggering events because the last trigger was very similar to the first one. Simply seeing Bonnie dancing with Stefan had opened Pandora's Box. The petite woman feels guilty and no one could convince her of the contrary. At the same time, in those two weeks they discovered that Bonnie was effective when Damon needed to be calmed. Her mere presence seemed to enrapture him. He seemed fascinated enough to concentrate on only her.

Bonnie had her computer on her lap as she typed her thoughts away, and writing was her self-care process. So far, she was holding it together. She looked at her cup of tea on the table, it was probably cold. She was tempted to go look for a new one, but she knew Silas would bring her a new one when he returns. She did not want to risk leaving Damon alone. Every time he woke up and she was absent, he ended up sedated. It just made her feels worse. Any other day they would have long meaningless conversations just to burn his extra energy. Sometimes Giuseppe helped, but Silas was the best when it came to entertaining Damon. Lily was better when he was just down.

Bonnie stared at Damon; it was always so hard to deal with the situation when she was alone with him. When they are in the room, she longed for her husband. She missed his laugh. She missed his arrogance. She missed everything and that infuriated her. She recalled their little argument about everything and nothing, right now she would give anything to banter with him, and she felt guilty to think that way, but still she just missed her husband. She felt her eyes swell with unshed tears and was about to give in when she heard him move. She quickly wiped her tears.

"Hey?" his groggy voice forced her to look at him before she could properly clean her tears.

Damon sat straight, his hands quickly framed her face, and his thumb wiped away her tears. He continued caressing her face. Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't hold her tears. She dreamed that he would touch her with tenderness once more, but never thought he would. He only touched her when he was aroused or felt aversion to his surroundings. Bonnie leaned on the palm of his hand, it felt so warm. She never wanted his hand to stop touching her.

"What is wrong Bonbon?" He asked a bit worried because she was sobbing silently.

"It's you right?" she threw herself in his arms and she hugged his neck so tightly that she nearly suffocated him.

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"You shouldn't be here." Damon said with a sigh after she moved out of his arms.

Bonnie didn't even bother answering, she simply rolled her eyes and climbed in bed with him. Damon looked at her with a bit of annoyance. It might have been a reflex, but when she was sitting close enough to hold his hand, he extend his arm for her to grab, and she was happy to oblige.

She threw her right leg over his waist, in matter of a minute they were locked in one of those awkward embrace that she loved so much, and he already felt the need to reclaim part of his body. Damon sighed with annoyance and she refrained from laughing. It was their first normal interaction in the past weeks; she didn't feel the need to be mindful of her words or actions.

It was awkward the speed at which she was already trying to establish normalcy, she often straddled him with no real purposes in mind than just annoying him, but after the past weeks she just wanted to have a certain hope that thing will return to normal

"How are you feeling?" she stopped wriggling when she claimed all her favorite part of him. She loved resting her head on his chest. She placed a kiss right on top of his heart and fisted his shirt.

"How long has it been this time?" He ignored her question and started looking for his phone. He needed to know how much time he's lost, but Bonnie was stubbornly attached to his side with no plans on moving. He kissed the crown of her head and tried to snatch his arm from under her, but she had anticipated his movement. She twisted so she could reach his cheek and placed a mocking kiss on it, then slid back down.

"The entire episode lasted twenty two days, but you have only been here for two weeks." As she spokes her voice shook a bit.

Damon took note of Bonnie's appearance. It was easy for him to deduce that she has spent those two weeks at the hospital with him. He was immediately flooded with guilt.

"Bonnie go home!" he said with firmly with an air of distance in his voice.

She eyed him suspiciously noting the frigidness of his tone. She didn't want to argue with him. Bonnie took a deep breath and started to roll his wedding band. It was indication enough for Damon to know that she was displeased.

"I'm home, right here." her voice warmed up and tapped on his chest.

"I didn't want you to see my like that. I don't ever want you to see me like that again." He allowed her a glimpse of his vulnerability.

"I don't know if you missed it, but we're married. I will always be around." She said with conviction.

"For convenience. You didn't marry me thinking you would end up spending nights in the psychiatric ward of a hospital. You were supposed to be in and out of this marriage. I will have Enzo draw the necessary document to ensure that you are compensated." He said with firmly and she knew he meant it.

"It doesn't matter how long we have known each other. It is unbelievable that I am taking such step with you when I'm still unaware of how old you're and how many sibling you have. Dreadful sentiments are unexpectedly absent; I wished I could have some sort of fears that would stop me from marrying you. I can't feel the noose around my throat, but there is conviction. Marrying you seems like an unavoidable faith, and I truly believe myself to be a sane man, so marrying you cement that knowledge." Tears fell on her cheek and it tainted the cotton of his shirt, her voice shook due to a mix of emotions, and she searched for his eyes but he was trying to avoid her.

She saw recognition in those blue orbs, and she knew that reciting to him his own wedding vow might jolt something in him. therefore, she knew that she needed to press on that advantage.

"Bonnie?" He groaned when she grabbed his chin and levelled his furtive eyes with her demanding one.

"I'm not romantic or eloquent; I'm simply another mindless groom. Bonnie Bennett, I don't know how to be a perfect husband. I have never envisioned myself as a husband before so a perfect one would be an extreme reach. You will never agree to less than perfection. You will never deserve less than perfection. So, I promise at least to try to be the perfect husband until you see reason and seek better, but until then let me make you a content and happy woman."

"If you didn't mean any of those words, then I won't bother with you anymore." she said confidently.

He looked at her in the eyes and was unable to lie. He wanted to be noble, but he could not bear losing her.

"Bonnie… baby" She pressed her hand against his mouth to stop him from speaking. She was so furious that it went unnoticed to her when he kissing the palm of her hand as she continued ranting.

"Every single word, I remember your vows better than I remembered mine. The words don't move me, but the sincerity behind them does. I sound so flat when I speak those words. When those words came from you, it meant so much. I don't pretend to be married to you, I'm not lost in our farce because it was never a farce to me, and it is time that you understand it. Our marriage is as meaningful and sincere as your vows. I don't remember coming back to my senses and thinking we're making a mistake, on the contrary, each time I'm prouder to be your wife. It might be an unconventional love where I have to lock you up inside my highest tower, but if it helps open your eyes then I will do just that." She continued preaching to a man who was already a believer of her sermon.

"Bonnie…" He tried to speak but she interrupted him again, which made him he smirked.

"Then say it was all a lie, make a fool out of me." She disengaged her leg from his waist and tried to leave the bed, but he grabbed her leg and put back. He started laughing because he was exhausted and felt slightly stupid.

"Baby I was trying to save you time and tell you I get it. But you had to go and be romantic and put me to shame because the only thing I remember from our wedding ceremony is kissing you, and then I thought damn I should marry her." He punctuated his statement by kissing her until her lips were swollen.

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So now no more secrets, Damon finally has decided not to push Bonnie away, we can just stop here because what can go wrong at this point. Whispers Elena, Stefan (my baby should get a redemption arc, but again my antagonist character don't usually have one, so dilemma) but the honeymoon is coming. Please review and make a writer happy. I will have a very busy next six months because of my rotational exam, so I will only dedicate my very little spare time to story which have the most people following it. If you want quick update during that semi-general hiatus, do review.