~When I came back to consciousness, I immediately knew I was not dying. I felt heavy and sore, not light and free or stress like I remembered.

I was alive.

Alive...the thought was dizzying, and I instantly began to cry. I was so close to home, where my parents and Spencer were waiting...

"Lovely? Do you hurt?" That voice...could it be?

I found out that I couldn't move my body in any part; I couldn't even twitch my eyelids. But my hearing was sharp and clear. I tried moving my lips. I wanted to answer him. The sound of his voice stopped the crying.

"I don't think she can move quite yet, son. You may have to come back tomorrow," a smooth, gentle voice chimed in.

But I didn't want him to go! I wanted my love! Where was he think he was going?! Couldn't he see that I was in pain?! Where's my Damon?! I want my Damon!

I forced my head through the dizziness and began to flutter my eyelashes purposely, and I forced open my eyes. Black dots danced in front of my eyes, but they quickly dissipated. I forced them open more. Not even Satan could keep me from seeing Damon before I blacked out again. No matter what, I wanted to see Damon more than my own parents.

Everything blurred, and I had to blink a few times just to see clearer.

I saw a blur of movement, and something warm touched my forehead. I cranked my head to the other side and thought I saw a blink of sky blue underneath a black cap. Was that my Damon?

"D'm'n?" I slurred, reaching out a hand to the face. I didn't even feel my hand reach up or stroke the softness that was his cheek.

The face brightened and reached for my cheek. I blinked again, and there he was, as handsome and beautiful as ever. But it was all wrong. His face was worried and his eyes were red ringed like he had been crying. But Damon wasn't known for one to cry. Why was he crying?

"I'm here, lovely. The others are here, too, but they are downstairs getting food. But I didn't want to leave you just yet," his musical voice chimed.

"Good," I slurred, and winced with pain. My head was throbbing painfully, and my whole body felt like it was submerged in acid. More tears filled my eyes, and I was weeping hysterically. Damon. He was my Damon. I was so happy to see him that I couldn't care less about the bandages around my body or the redness of his eyes. I scrambled for Damon to hold me, but Damon was pushing me back, saying that I needed to be still and quiet.

"Lovely, I won't leave you. Now please be still. Shush, Alex. Just relax," he said in my ear. His voice was honey to me; I loved it more than my own soul.

"Please don't leave me," I begged. My head was so fuzzy I couldn't think straight; I thought he meant he was going to leave me for good. But he was all I had left.

Damon was now lying next to me, arms locked around me, holding me close. I constricted my arms around his neck, crying so loudly that I could have bet that Elena or Stefan in the cafeteria downstairs could hear me.

"Alexandria, I love you too much to let go. Now please be silent and just relax. I won't leave you," he promised, and gently kissed my bandaged head. I laid back down, but still cried.

A doctor suddenly bustled into the room, checking my heart rate. "Sweetheart, are you okay? You look upset," he asked in the softest, gentlest tone ever. I could have guessed my entire tuition money that Damon had compelled him to be this way. The doctor looked way too strict and mean to be a nice doctor, with his hawkish face and beak-like nose and dull green eyes.

I shook my head so fast the spinning in my head accelerated, and my head collapsed onto the pillow again. I nearly blacked out when I shook my head. I moaned in pain, and reached for Damon again.

"Lovely? Does it hurt?" he asked in a smooth voice. His hand was warm and silky. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh, keeping him there next to me.

"Everything hurts," I murmured, clutching his hand.

A light step came to the door, and I looked up to find a devastated Stefan in the doorway to the room. He saw my eyes were open and rushed up to the bed, leaning down over my face.

"Are you okay, Alex?" he asked in a soft tone. Damon didn't back-sass him like I would have expected. Instead, he kept watching me wince and moan in pain.

"No; I feel like I got run over by a truck," I confessed. I had such a bad urge to be put back to sleep so I could get rid of the pain, but I just wanted to see Damon's face just one more minute.

They didn't say anything else after that; Stefan and Damon both bent over to hug me. Over the bandages covering me, I hugged them back. Then winced.

"I'll get the doctor," Stefan said, watching the pain flash across my face.

Damon brushed the hair off of my head and kissed the bandages covering my neck. I tried to pull him to my lips for a kiss, but his lips only brushed mine. Tears spilled down my eyes, but let him go.

"Alex, there is someone special here to see you," the doctor said, letting the person behind him come in as well as Stefan.

I couldn't believe my eyes at whom I was looking.

A/N:Hey y'all! i am starting another story called 'Love Sucks! Literally!' and if there's anyone out there whom likes my stories can read the next one. and thanz for all the reviews ppl!!!

~DamonSalvatoreLuver