A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, and that it took me a while to update. I was busy putting job applications in and helping my mom around the house. I'm thinking of changing the name of this fanfic. Any ideas? Oh, and the next chapter will be longer. Happy reading!
Everything was a blur. We arrived at the hospital and Damon was wheeled into the Emergency Room instantly. Nurses had to pry my hand off of his. I was lead into the waiting room, forced to sit down. I still held Damon's cell phone in my hand, looking at the cracked and bloody screen. I unlock his phone, looking at the photo of the two of us, and I feel myself break. Deep sobs wrack my body as I cry, my heart aching and my mind going a mile a minute. I couldn't breathe, and everything felt like a bad dream. I didn't want to believe that Damon was in the ER, that something had happened to him, I just wanted all of this to end, for it to actually be a bad dream and that I would wake up, Damon's arms wrapped tightly around me. I begin to shiver as I cry, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping the blanket tighter around my body as I bury my face in my knees. I only hand on my thong, a pair of neon green athletic shorts, and a pale blue camisole; both now stained red with Damon's blood. My whole world felt like it was falling apart at the seams, and I didn't have Damon to tell me it was alright. Hell, I didn't even have my best friend to help me through this. I continue to cry, sobbing and shivering as I curl into a ball on the waiting room chair, feeling lost and alone.
I'm not sure when Stefan and Caroline arrived, but when they did, I became even more of a mess then I already was. Caroline instantly took me in her arms, holding me as I cried, as I cursed the sun and moon for not being able to stop Damon from getting hurt. Stefan had gone up to the front desk, telling the nurses who we were, and to get an update on Damon. The nurses could only tell him that Damon was in surgery, and that the doctor would be out to talk to us once everything was finished. Stefan relayed the message to me, and it just made me cry harder. Caroline walked me to the bathroom, forcing me to change into a pair of clothes she had brought. She also gave me my phone, and a pair of flip flops to wear. I clean my face with a wet paper towel, wiping away my smeared and ruined makeup. When we came out of the bathroom, we found Stefan on the phone with he and Damon's parents. This was not the way I wanted to meet Damon's parents, but at this point, the only thing on my mind was Damon. Caroline and I sat down in the waiting room, and Stefan hung up his phone, sighing heavily.
"Our parents are on their way, but it will be a while." Stefan tells us, taking a seat beside Caroline.
Caroline takes Stefan's hand, squeezing it. "Damon will get through this. He's strong, and a fighter."
Stefan only nods, running a hand through his hair. I run a hand through my own disheveled hair, pulling it up into a messy bun in an attempt to look somewhat presentable, even though that's the last thing I was worried about. The wait for Damon to get out of surgery feels like days had passed, even though it had only been an hour or so since Stefan had first talked to the nurses. I could do nothing but pace the waiting room, my anxiety rising. Caroline and Stefan had gone to the hospital cafeteria to get something to eat. I didn't want anything to eat, and barely touched the bottle of water Caroline had gotten me. When the doors to the Emergency room opened and a doctor stepped out, calling for whoever knew or was related to Damon, I practically ran over, feeling like I was about to jump out of my skin.
"How is he? Is he alive? When can I see him?" I blurt out, clutching both Damon and I's cell phones in my hands.
The doctor takes my hands in his. "You must be Elena. Damon was calling for you right before he went into surgery."
The doctor looks me in the eyes, giving me a soft smile. "I'm Dr. Vincent DeMartell. Damon is alive and well. The accident caused him to break his right Tibia, the bone in the lower part of his leg. He also sustained several bruised ribs, and several large gashes and scrapes along the right side of his upper body, right arm, and face. We've set his leg and put it in a cast, and stitched the wounds that needed to be closed. He's been bandaged up and is being moved into his own room now. You can go up and see him as soon as I speak to someone from his family." Dr. DeMartell explains, and my heart skips a beat.
Damon is alive. Badly banged up, but alive. Tears stream down my face as I hug the doctor. "Thank you so much for helping him Doctor." I tell Dr. DeMartell, crying.
Dr. DeMartell hugs me back and smiles. "You're very welcome Elena. Are his parents or brother here?"
"His brother Stefan is here, along with Stefan's girlfriend and my best friend Caroline Forbes. Stefan called his parents, they're on their way." I exclaim, feeling a huge weight lift off my chest.
Stefan and Caroline come back into the waiting room and come over when they see me talking to a doctor. Dr. DeMartell explains what happened to Stefan and Caroline, and once I heard Damon's room number, I took off, intent on finding Damon. I needed to see for my self that he was alive, that he was only injured and not dead. I reach Damon's room, room 302, in no time, and after telling the nurses who I was, I slowly step into Damon's room, fresh tears filling my eyes and spilling my cheeks as I see Damon laying in a hospital bed, left leg in a bright orange cast that was up in a sling. He was hooked up to several machines, and some of his bandages were starting to seep blood through them. Still crying, I take a step towards Damon and my vision blurs. I try to grab for the doorway to steady myself, but darkness takes my vision, and I feel myself slip into unconsciousness.