AN: We're down to the last chapters here dear readers! I have to leave my computer for three days and that will suck, so I'm uploading these next few chapters before Wednesday, I plan to work on my other fics, including Colors while I'm gone. As always I love your reviews and I love hearing if I did okay! Also, I considered doing a scene with Damon, but I didn't like how it turned out.
Sometimes, he doesn't talk, he's just sitting in one of those uncomfortable, plastic hospital chairs. Or so she assumes. She wonders if he's invested in a comfortable chair to sit next to her in- holding her hand and moving his fingers against her hand like only he does. Sometimes he thinks aloud, and she wonders why he's letting himself rot away with her. The years pass, and he still has no idea when Bonnie will die. It's been forty five years. She hears him call Kol, and Caroline and Klaus and Rebekah over that time, Klaus wants him to come home and Elijah says things she can't hear. It's not until the forty sixth year that anything feels different. She feels good somehow. The inky darkness turns to a dark gray that's a little less scary. He swears her hand twitches against his one day, but she can't control anything. They listen to Caroline tell them that Bonnie has a heart issue, something from her father's side. Elena wants to stay in the inky darkness longer, sixty six years is short, even by human standards. Bonnie deserves better. It can't be helped, it's what killed her grandmother and her mother- Elena and Elijah had both missed that funeral. Elijah hadn't known until after it had happened. Not that he thought Bonnie would want him there anyway. It was better that way. He does business most days, she can hear the clicking of keys and tapping against glass screens as he tells her about things he'd seen in his very long lifetime.