Decisions
Elena had decided that she was bored of looking after the baby, and that her hair had stopped looking as great as it normally did, so she had declared that she was going to get a haircut.
"Ok... Why are you telling me this?" asked Stefan.
"Because I thought that the father of my child-"
"One of the fathers." interrupted Damon.
"Whatever. I wanted someone to drive me."
"Oh. Well, I'm really sorry, Elena, but I have to look after Girl."
"I have to look after Girl too!"
Elena sighed. "Where the fuck is Caroline? I bet she'll drive me."
"Caroline would tell you to walk."
"Ew..."
"It's good for you."
"Ugh."
"You might meet a really hot guy who's also out walking, and he might fall desperately in love with you because you're being so indie and walking, and-"
"BYE!" shouted Elena, running to the front door at top speed.
"Hello?"
"Stefan? It's Caroline."
"Hello, Caroline."
"Hello. Elena is in hospital. She's been hit by a car, and the doctors aren't sure that she'll survive."
"Oh no, that's awful. What happened?"
"She was texting and she stepped out into the road without looking, and the driver couldn't stop in time."
"Don't worry. We'll be right there."
Damon could tell that Stefan was blaming himself from the way he was holding the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He reached out from the back of the car, where he was sitting with Girl, and put a hand on Stefan's shoulder.