A/N: Thank you SO much for the reviews! I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter and it made my week. Also I'd like to thank Scarlett2112 for encouraging her readers to check out my story, I cant thank you enough! You are the queen of Delena fanfiction, so for you to do that made me feel so incredibly happy! I love your stories and I always read and review them. I'm usually under guest, because I read off my phone (which I'm not logged into).
Also he is diabetic (type 1). I have a close friend who also has type 1 diabetes and so I am basing a lot of her experience in this story. This doesn't mean this is how everyone's experience is. I am not a medical professional, so I apologize for any misinformation.
Anyways... Enjoy!
I had gotten to the hospital quickly, but yet it felt like it took years to get there. When I had gotten to his room, his mom had been standing outside of it, and we chatted. He had been sleeping for a while now, so I didn't want to disturb him. She was really worried about him, but she assured me he would be ok.
Lily ended up leaving after a while and told me she would come back in the morning, before he was released.
I ended up sleeping the hospital chair next to his bed, which reclined, but was highly uncomfortable. It was hard and stiff, and offered no support, but I was happy to be sleeping in it, if that meant I got to stay with him.
He remained sleeping the rest of the night. I was awoken a couple of times by nurses coming to check his vitals. I was surprised he never woke up to them, but as I thought about it, I'm sure he was very used to this.
The next morning I woke up, feeling all the aches and pains from the uncomfortable chair. My neck was stiff from sleeping at a weird angle. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find Damon staring at me.
"My mom called you didn't she," he said immediately.
"Yeah," my voice sounded raspy. I cleared my throat and rubbed my stiff neck. "She said she'd be back in the morning."
He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"She's worried about you," I defended her. "So am I."
"I told you, I'm fine," he snapped.
I flinched at his clipped tone, "You're in a hospital, Damon. You were not fine."
"I'm not dead," his voice still had venom to it.
"Stop being an asshole," my voice cracked with emotion. "I care about you. Of course, I was going to come see my boyfriend in the hospital."
He was silent, looking off into the distance.
"If the roles were reversed would you be here by my bedside?" I asked.
He was quiet for another minute before turning to look at me, "You're right," he sighed. "I just don't want you seeing me like this."
I scooted closer to the edge of his bed, and ran my hand through his hair above his forehead. "Why? There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I want to be strong, and tough. Yet my body can't handle sugar," he sounded disappointed. "How weak does that make me?"
I scoffed, "You can't control it Damon. That doesn't make you weak."
His mouth twitched to a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," I whispered.
I could feel the emotion overcome me and my eyes started to well with tears. I understood why his mom was so worried about him. He didn't show it when he was feeling sick. He had too much pride to be honest.
A tear slipped from my lid, and before he could say anything a nurse came in and started checking him out.
"How are you feeling?" She asked Damon.
"Good," he quickly wiped the tear from my cheek before letting the nurse squeeze between us to get his blood pressure.
"I'm going to get another reading on your blood sugar," she told him. "It's gotten higher every time we've checked it through the night. It's still on the low side, but much better."
Damon just nodded, as she poked him.
Just then his mom came in and I could sense that they needed some time together. "I'm going to get a coffee," I announced. "Do either of you want anything?" I asked both of them.
Damon shook his head, and his mother replied with a simple "no, thank you."
I gave Damon a look trying to tell him to be nice to his mother, before slipping out of the room.
I gave them some time before coming back in the room. They seemed ok, so I hoped he didn't giver her a hard time for calling me. His blood sugar came back good, so they ended up releasing him a few hours later. I had promised his mom I'd let her know how he was doing, because I was going to take him back to his house and stay the night with him.
Once we got to Damon's house, I let the dog out and I ordered Damon to lay down in his bed which he rolled his eyes but listened to me anyways. I made him some dinner and brought it to him. He ate quietly, still acting off. I brushed it off knowing he was probably just tired.
"How's your blood sugar?" I asked as he waited for his numbers to appear on the screen.
"Fine," he mumbled.
"Would you tell me the truth if they weren't?" I asked.
"probably not," he admitted. He turned his screen to me so I could read it, "It's good."
I didn't even know if the number was good or bad, I had never had to pay attention to my blood sugar before, but I figured since he showed it to me, that he was fine. Plus, the color in his face was back to normal.
I grabbed his plate and diabetic equipment and put it on the nightstand next to me, before moving to straddle his lap. "Well…" I smiled down at him. "Nurse Elena is here."
He smiled up at me, but yet again it didn't quite match his eyes.
"What's wrong?" My smile faded.
He shook his head, "I'm fine."
"If I hear I'm fine one more time I'm going to scream," I clenched my jaw.
"But I am," his hands rested on my hips. "My blood sugar is good. I'm a little tired, but overall I feel fi"-
I glared at him, before he could say the word fine.
"I'm good," he corrected himself.
And suddenly it hit me like a tidal wave. The feeling of anxiety and fear that he could've not been fine. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and before I could warn him, I was sobbing.
"Hey," he tried pulling my hands away from my face. "Don't cry," he asked me. "Please," he whispered.
I tried to push the pain down and be strong for him, but it was too strong. The tears just kept coming and the stabbing feeling in my heart twisted in sharp agony.
"Elena," he finally yanked my hands away from my face. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "You're breaking my heart," he mumbled sitting up so that we were face to face.
"I know," I tried to calm myself down. "I know this is what you hate, but I can't help it. What if you… weren't fine?" My voice broke. "I can't lose you!"
"You didn't," he nearly laughed. "Elena, you're overacting, I am fine."
"But what if you weren't?" My head dropped as the tears kept their never-ending flow.
"I am," he caressed my face and wiped the tears. "So, stop this nonsense."
"I can't," I shook my head.
"Why not?" He looked into my eyes with intensity.
"Because I love you!" My words were like vomit. I couldn't stop them from coming out.
He froze as he studied my eyes, analyzing what I just said. But before he could respond, I attacked his lips.
I kissed him with so much force that he fell backwards, and I fell on top of him. His lips were like my unanswered prayer that I had been waiting my whole life for. I couldn't get enough of his taste. He let me take control as I mouth navigated his. My tongue danced along the edge of his lips, and he opened allowing me access.
I sat up removing my tank top, and removing my bra quickly after. He watched me, out of breathe, his eyes taking in every inch of me.
I scrabbled for the edge of his shirt, removing it in the process. The feel of our bare chests together was so comforting, but also a huge turn on.
Somewhere in the heat of our passionate make out, I had removed both of our bottoms until we had nothing left on our bodies. Our kissing was rough and quick but deep. It was like I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted more. I needed more.
I sat up, finally disconnecting our mouths. His mouth was red and swollen, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace from the lack of oxygen. We looked at each other intensely. My fingers lightly ran down his chest, before I rested them on his lower abdomen, I lifted myself pressing down on his stomach for a brief second.
His rock hard erection grazed the opening of my pussy, and I lowered myself onto him as I stared into his eyes.
His mouth opened, as he gasped surprised by my quick decision.
My pussy burned with the stretch of his very large cock. He was right… It was extremely painful. But the joining of our bodies overtook the feeling of pain and my body buzzed with the feeling of being one.
We were both still as I adjusted to his size. His hands were gripped tightly on my hips, "Oh baby," he barely whispered. "Are you sure?"
"It's a little late for that," I smiled down at him.
"Elena," he sighed.
"I'm sure," I assured him.
I finally moved my hips, slowly sliding up, letting the burn continue. I collapsed back down on him, letting him fill me completely. "Uh," I whimpered, my hands gripping his bare chest, letting my nails dig into his skin.
"Elena," he sounded concerned.
I kept the slow pace going ignoring his concern. And eventually the burn faded, and pleasure took it's place.
"Damon," I moaned.
"Baby," he reached up to my face, caressing my cheek, as I kept riding him.
"That feels so good," My voice went up an octave.
His hands ran down my body, finding my nipples, and just the simple touch had me shivering. He fingered them, and I shattered into a million pieces on top of him.
"DAMON!" I screamed. "Oh! Yes! FUUUCK!"
It was by far the best orgasm I had ever had. I sped up the pace, feeling so full and so many emotions all at the same time.
Once I came back down I slowed down feeling so drained, but not ready to be done.
He flipped us over, pulling out of me, before opening my legs and pushing himself back in. "Oh baby," he nuzzled his head into my neck. "You are so fucking beautiful."
He continued to thrust into me at a gentle slow pace.
"Harder," I told him. "Don't hold back on me."
He pressed up so that he could look down at me. His eyes were intense as he drove himself harder, deeper, and faster.
"Yes!" I encouraged him. "Right there!"
The feeling of him ramming in and out of me with such force and intensity had me unraveling again. I moaned, "I love you. I love you, Damon. I love you."
Then he released into me, his mouth opening up, as I felt him shake as his thrusts became uneven and intense. I could feel his cock throb inside of me as he released. "Elena," he grunted, his lips coming down on mine. The kiss was everything. It was sweet and longing. It was everything he couldn't say in that moment.
I awoke the next morning feeling content, like I was on cloud nine. I felt like I was high on pure happiness. I was in love for the first time ever, and it felt amazing.
My body was sore, in more than one area. We made love a few times that night, and I was feeling it in every muscle.
My eyes fluttered open and I was surprised to find it empty, I sat up and turned around. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, turned away from me. I crawled to the edge of the bed, coming up behind him. I pressed my lips to his back, gently kissing him, before laying my cheek against his back.
I felt him stiffen beneath me, and my face contorted in confusion, "Did I scare you?"
"Um," he stood up, turning around but wouldn't look at me.
"What's wrong?" I suddenly felt my stomach twist knowing something was off. "Are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah," he answered. "I just couldn't sleep."
"Did I snore or something?" I tried smiling but I was anxious by his demeanor.
"No," he shook his head.
"What's going on?" I panicked. "Why can't you look at me?"
He finally looked at me trying to prove me wrong, "I don't know."
"Just tell me," I croaked. "There's something on your mind."
"Last night…" He started, looking back down at the floor. "It was a mistake."
I felt the rug pull out from underneath me. It felt like my breath had been sucked out of my lungs and I couldn't breathe, "A mistake?" I barely whispered. The word echoed through my ears.
He was silent. The silence was almost loud.
After a long minute, I stood up almost robotically. I found my clothes scattered about the room. I couldn't see. Why couldn't I see?
I mechanically pulled on my jeans, and I finally realized my eyes were so full of tears, that's why I couldn't see. I blinked and the tears spilled down my cheeks. The word mistake was still echoing in my ears.
I took off his t-shirt, and put my bra and top on. My body continued moving, but I felt like my brain was cloudy. It was like muscle memory kicked in and my body, took care of everything as I drowned in my sorrow and devastation.
I couldn't even pay attention to Damon. Was he talking? Was he moving? All I could hear was the word mistake play over and over in my head on repeat. All my eyes could see behind the blur of tears was a swirl of color. I couldn't make out objects or people.
"Elena!" I finally heard his voice break through the broken record playing through my head.
"Huh?" My head turned in his direction.
He didn't say anything when I looked at him. So, my body kept going. I walked out into the living room, and found my purse, and sweater on the couch. I put it on and fished for my car keys in my purse.
"I'm sorry," I heard him say behind me.
"Sorry?" My voice was weak.
When I looked at his face it looked distorted. Like he had tasted something bad. But he didn't say anything, so I kept moving.
I felt his hand grasp my arm. "Elena," he said again.
"What?" I sounded exhausted.
"You shouldn't drive like this," He finally said.
I was confused. That's what he was concerned about? "Screw you," my voice quivered. I pulled away from his grasp, just wanting to get out of his house.
"Let me call Caroline," he suggested.
"No!" I snapped turning to look at him. "I'm fine," I repeated the same bullshit line he gave me.
He seemed to understand the frustration I had with that statement. "No you're not," he finally spoke.
"Like you care!" My voice started to get louder, anger taking over.
"Elena, I care," he tried.
"No, you don't," I laughed darkly. "You got what you wanted," I tossed my hands carelessly at my body. "And now I'm just another piece of ass you fucked…" He flinched at my words. "One and done."
"It's not like that at all," he sounded offended.
"It's not?" I challenged. "Then why did you use the word mistake?"
"It wasn't a mistake for me," he swallowed. "But it was for you. I'm not good for you. You don't want"-
I turned away not wanting to hear anymore bullshit. I shoved my feet in my shoes, just wanting to be alone.
"Elena!" He shouted.
"I don't want to hear it," I turned around my hand on the door handle. "It's not you, it's me," I recited the cliché break up line. "Don't worry, I got it." I wanted it to sound strong. I wanted it to come out like fire. I wanted him to feel the sting from my venomous words. But it sounded weak and broken. My voice cracked and my tears rained down my face. I opened the door and left before he could see me totally break down.
I practically ran to my car. I got in and the floodgates opened. The sobs were loud, they even scared me. I turned on my car, and I got out of there so fast. I couldn't believe that I fell in love with him. I couldn't believe that I had the best night of my life and followed up with one of the worst mornings of my life. I couldn't believe he called us a mistake. I couldn't believe I gave up my virginity to him. But most of all I couldn't believe that after all of that, I still loved him… with every fiber of my being.
A/N: Sorry... I hope you don't hate me. There will be a time jump in the next chapter. Please leave a review!