Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW! I hope you like it! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I've had finals, and life has been kind of hectic. HAPPY READING!
I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "I Don't Care" – Apocalyptica featuring Adam Gontier
Chapter 6:
Everything hurts. Hurting is an understatement in itself. I raised my non-injured arm, and put my hand to my head. Ow, my eye. I think I'll stop moving now. Everything that happened, I just, I can't believe that happened. Who attacked me? They are dead now, but why? I shuddered. I felt an arm around my stomach tense up.
Who is holding me? I lifted my head, only slightly, and looked and saw Damon. I smiled, smiling doesn't hurt. His hand stroked my face. My face is tingling. What he did, I wasn't sure he would hear me. I was hoping, but if he hadn't, I can't think about it. Damon moved closer, and shifted his position. He used his arms to prop himself up, and positioned himself directly over me, but not touching me.
I look into his eyes. They say everything. They are full of self loathing, anger, caring, protectiveness, and something else…
"How are you feeling?" He asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I rearranged my face into a grimace. My throat is bruised and throbbing.
"Like someone ran me over with a tank." I croaked. The corners of his mouth turned up, but only slightly. The smile doesn't reach his eyes. He looks concerned, and melancholy. I've never seen Damon like this. I can't stand him looking at me like this. He is making this harder than it is. "Don't," I breathed. He raised his eyebrows, and frowned.
"Don't what?" He asked.
"Don't look at me like that." I finished. His brow furrowed, and his frown went deeper. He shook his head. "There's nothing you could have done, Damon. You did enough." I tried to ease his pain. He can't blame himself. He saved me. "It wasn't enough." I said.
"They made you their plaything. They used you as a punching bag, and a blood whore. Just something to have fun with, and rip apart." He stated.
"It's not your fault." I tried to reassure him.
"I didn't stop it." He said. I shook my head. Talking hurts too much.
'Damon, stop.' I told him.
'You are like this because of me.' He argued.
'No, I'm pretty sure I'm like this because some fuckbags made me the object of their sick and twisted 'happy time'.' I argued. I sighed. 'I'll heal, I won't be broken forever.' I stated.
'You could never be broken.' He said. He leaned down, and kissed me gently on my lips. I heard myself gasp. He didn't hurt me. I just wasn't ready for the effect he has on my body. He looked in my eyes. I looked back in his.
"Damon, I have to pee." I choked out. He laughed. He moved so I could get up. I rolled onto my side, so far, so good. Well, as good as can be expected. I tried to use my elbows to prop myself up, so I could sit up. That lasted a whole 0.67 seconds. "Ah." I cried out, and collapsed on the bed. I'm not going to be able to move by myself for a while. Shit.
Damon picked me up, and carried me to the bathroom. I wrapped my good arm around his neck. This should be awkward. Last night, when Damon was taking off me clothes, should have been awkward. Having Stefan and Damon see me without my clothes, should've been. None of it was. This isn't. I don't know why that is. I don't deserve him. He's better than he knows. He sets me down on the toilet. He removes my shorts before putting me down. He gently removes my panties and steps outside the bathroom. For all of his remarks, and 'perverted' behavior, he's a gentleman.
I peed, and flushed the toilet with me good hand. I even managed to wipe by myself. I hate feeling this helpless. I can't get up, or anything. The things I take for granted. Damon re-entered the bathroom, and replaced my panties. He started with the shorts, but I shook my head. I didn't like the way they were rubbing my bruises. I had bruises from the insides of my knees, to the inside of my thighs, and above that. The mystery man's hands weren't gentle… neither was his mouth. None of it was.
I shuddered at the thought. Damon picked me up, and carried my back to bed. I gently placed me in the spot that I had been laying in. he covered me with covers, and sat beside me, stroking my face.
"You got what you wanted." I stated. His reaction was instant. He looked puzzled. "You saw me without my clothes on." I reminded him. He gave me a small smile. He leaned forward, with his mouth to my ear.
"You were more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." He whispered. What? He is really trying to make me feel better.
"I look like a bruised patchwork quilt." I argued. He shook his head.
"Nonsense. Bruised, yes, but you are beautiful." I smiled. It quickly turned into a grimace. When I smiled, it stretched the scab on my lip. It broke open, and my mouth became bloody. I lifted a hand to wipe it off, but Damon's hand caught mine. He leaned down, and slowly, licked the blood from my mouth.
Oh, wow. I felt my toes curl. My free hand went to his back, and under his shirt. I clutched him to me, which probably isn't the wisest choice. I just can't move anymore than I already have. He gave my lips one final lick, leaving them clean. I gasped into his mouth. He smiled, and brought his lips to mine, as if trying to kiss away the injury. I kissed him back. He used the fingers on his free hand to leave a feather-light finger trail across my collar bone. I gasped into his mouth. He took advantage of my open mouth and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I used my tongue to wrestle with his. I enjoy our game of tonsil hockey. I heard him sigh as he pulled away.
"I don't want to hurt you." Was all that he said. I nodded. He wouldn't hurt me. He removed himself from my arms, and sat beside me. Pandering, whatever is going on in his head. My leg twitched, I tried to kick the blanket off. STUPID! I forgot. God, my knee. I clutched it with a hand. He pulled the blanket off of me, and examined my knee.
"You're going to the hospital." He said.
"Call Carlisle. He's been my doctor since I was born, it's better than going to the ER." I suggested. He sighed.
"I don't know, Bonnie." He said hesitantly.
"You can trust Carlisle. He was my Grams' doctor before he was mine." I explained. "Crap, Grams." I finished. I hit my head with my hand. Ow. Damn it. My face is screwed up in a grimace. "Grams," I mutter.
"Don't worry about your Grams. It's you that I'm worried about." Damon reassured me. I looked at him. How can he be so calm? "I'll talk to your Grams, after I take you to the doctor." He decided.
"Carlisle." I argued.
"Alright. Let me see your phone." He said. I pointed to his bedside table. My purse was sitting there; I can't believe it wasn't damaged. It was dropped somewhere along the line last night. Damon found it. Damon fished out my cell phone, and to call Carlisle.
"Call his cell." I told him. He nodded. I could hear the phone ringing.
"Hello, yes, can I speak with Dr. Cullen?" He asked. Damon smiled. "This is Damon Salvatore, I'm a…" he looked over at me and smiled, "friend of Bonnie's." He finished. "She had an accident yesterday. She needs to be brought in as soon as possible." He added. He nodded; I couldn't hear what Carlisle had said. "Of course, here she is." He handed the phone to me. I took it from him, and held it to my ear.
"Hey Carlisle." I said, suddenly conscious of how raspy my voice sounded.
"Are you alright Bonnie?" He asked. I gave a half-hearted laugh.
"Not really." I answered.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I… I had an accident." I finished.
"A regular accident or an accident caused by some… thing?" He asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Or someone?" He asked. "Your Grams told me many years ago what she is. What you are… she felt it was necessary, should anything happen." He explained. I nodded.
"Oh. That makes things easier then." I agreed. "It would be easier to explain in person." I concluded.
"Alright, can you be in my office in an hour?" He asked.
"Yes. Carlisle?" I asked.
"Yes?" He asked in response.
"Are you human?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Who is human?" He answered. No Bonnie, I'm not." He finished.
"Oh." Was all I could manage to say. I've known him my entire life, how could I have not known?
"I'm another kind of vampire." He finished.
"Do you sparkle?" I asked.
"No Bonnie, that's fiction. Vampires aren't sparkly disco balls." He answered. I feel kind of ridiculous. I had to ask. Twilight is burned into my brain. Who doesn't like Twilight?
"My bad. I couldn't help asking." I apologized. Carlisle chuckled.
"It's alright." He hung up. I followed suit. I handed my phone to Damon, he dropped into my purse. I heard Damon's bedroom door open. I looked over, it's Stefan.
"You really should go to the hospital." Stefan said. I looked up at him. Had he been listening to our conversation? Or, do I really look that awful? Ugh. I tried to sit myself up. Ow, I'm a giant bruise. I continued to push myself um with my non-injured hand. I almost managed to sit up. Suddenly, Damon was holding one arm, and Stefan was holding my opposite side. They helped me sit up. I sighed.
"Thanks." I mumbled. Neither of them let go of me. "Can you," I started, "get me some clothes?" I asked, gesturing to my current attire.
"I'll get it." Damon said. He looked at Stefan. "Stay with her, don't let go." He added. Stefan nodded.
"I won't." He agreed. He moved his arm around my waist, to support me more. I leaned my head on his shoulder. His fingers brushed my hair out of my face. He is a good friend. "We'll find out who did this Bonnie." He said. I nodded. Do I want to know? Of course I want to know, knowing won't make things better. His fingers ran through my hair. This feels nice.
"These should work." Damon announced. I didn't hear him get back. He was standing by Stefan. I didn't have to turn my head to see him. He held up a small white tee shirt, a white bra, white panties, a pair of sweatpants, and a leather jacket. The undergarments are mine. I think the shirt might be mine too. The pants and jacket are his. I hope he grabbed socks.
He took something out of his pocket. He held his hand out to show me: socks. I smiled. I nodded. Stefan moved his arm, and set me against the headboard. He left the room, so I could get dressed. He shut the door behind him. I can't even be shy about my body. I shook my head. Damon sat on the bed next to me, taking Stefan's place.
"It's not something you should be shy about." He whispered. I looked at him.
"You want me to walk around naked?" I asked. I heard Stefan chuckle. He must be waiting right outside the door. Damon grinned.
"I don't object to that idea. But, I don't want everyone else to get to see that way." He stated. "I'd have to rip their eyes out," He added, "And I don't have time for that." He finished. I chuckled. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I grimaced. I tried to hide it. Damon saw me, he frowned. "Let's get you dressed." He said.
"'Kay." I whispered. He lifted me up, and set me on his lap. He lifted my shirt, and tossed it to the floor. The air sent a chill down my spine. I'm not wearing a bra. Damon took the bra he brought, and slid my arms through the straps. He set it in place, and fastened the back.
He took the shirt, and put it on over my bra. His touch, is nice. It isn't teasing or trying to take advantage, it's just… caring. It's gentle. He moved me from his lap, and laid me down. He slid my panties off, and replaced them. He put the socks he brought, on my feet. These are mine too. He put the pants on, taking special care to do so gently. I can barely feel the pants, as he puts them on. He finishes.
"Deodorant?" I ask. He rolls his eyes.
"You don't smell badly." He insists. He gets up, and brings me some anyways. I put it on, and hand it back. He rolls his eyes again. He pulled my arms through the sleeves of the jacket. I'm officially dressed. He gets up, and brings over a pair of my vans. He slipped them on my feet. He picked me up, and carried me to the door.
Stefan opened it, and Damon slipped past him. He carried me downstairs, and out to his car. He stopped right outside of his car. He has a black Ferrari. A really nice one. If cars could turn you on… Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel him smile. I keep forgetting he can read my thoughts. He turns, and I see Stefan standing behind him.
"I'll sit with her, in the back." Stefan offered. Damon nodded. Stefan opened the door, and climbed in. He laid down, and Damon handed me to him. Stefan and I laid down in the back seat, while Damon drove. Stefan held me to him, trying to prevent me from hurting more than I already do. I felt the car slow to a stop.
I heard Damon open his car door. I couldn't see him. My face was pressed into Stefan's chest. I blinked. Stefan had moved on top of me, holding me under him. He picked me up, and got out of the car. Damon took me from Stefan's arms. He carried me inside the hospital, to Carlisle's office. Stefan walked beside us. He opened the door to the building. We stepped inside. We reached Carlisle's office, and waited inside. Damon sat down, he held me on his lap.
I snuggled closer to him. Stefan sat beside us. The office door opened, and Carlisle stepped inside. He walked over to his desk. He turned to face us.
"Bonnie, you got here faster than I expected…" He broke off. He had been setting his things down, on his desk. He brought his attention to us. His breath caught. I looked up at him. The sorrow in his eyes is unmistakable. I can't stand having people look at me this way. I lowered my eyes. I must look awful. Damon sighed. He kissed my forehead.
'You don't look awful.' Stefan sent his thought to my mind. I didn't expect Stefan's voice. Damon's but not Stefan's.
'I look like a giant bruise.' I sent back.
'Yes to the bruise part, but you are lovely.' He argued.
'Thanks, I think.' I thought.
'He's right.' Damon sent. 'You are stunning, even when you are… hurt.' He added.
"What happened?" Carlisle asked. I haven't even showed Damon and Stefan what happened. Maybe if I show them all at once, it will be easier.
"I can show you." I offered. Carlisle walked over. "It'll be easier to show you all at the same time." I said. Stefan got up, and walked over to me. He placed a hand on my arm.
Carlisle placed a hand on my forehead. Damon was already touching me, he was holding me. I closed my eyes, and remembered. I brought back the memory of yesterday. Everything that happened flashed before my eyes. I knew that they could see everything too. When the memory stopped, I opened my eyes. The memory stopped as Damon and Stefan were washing the blood off. Everyone was quiet. Now, they knew everything.
"We should go to an examination room. I need to see how extensive your injuries are. Then I need to take some x-rays." Carlisle said. Carlisle left the room, and we followed behind him. Once we reached the room, Damon set me down on the examination table. Carlisle turned to Stefan and Damon. "Can you leave us?" He asked. Damon stared at Carlisle, unmoving. His jaw clenched. "Just while I examine her wounds. You can come back inside after I finish." Carlisle explained. Damon walked over to me, he put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'll be back, as soon as I can." He promised, whispering in my ear. Stefan grabbed Damon's other arm, and led him to the door. Both of the Salvatore brothers turned and looked at me. The door opened, and Emmett stepped inside.
"Hope I'm not too late." He exclaimed. He walked past Stefan and Damon, and faced me and Carlisle. His face dropped. "Holy fuck." He exclaimed. The look on his face was utter shock. "Carlisle, you didn't tell me… You didn't say she was this bad." He added. Carlisle looked at Emmett.
"I didn't know, son." He answered.
"Why are you here?" Damon asked.
"I'm a med student." Emmett answered. "I've been helping Dad with some of his patients. He told me Bonnie was coming in, and that I could help with her appointment." He answered. Damon looked at Carlisle.
"It's alright Damon." I told him. He looked at me.
"I need assistance for her examination, I don't want to hurt her further." Carlisle explained. Damon looks like he struggling with every ounce of self control he has in his being. His fist is clenched, and his eyes are black.
"If you hurt her…" Stefan started. He looked at Emmett and Carlisle. "Damon won't be the only one you have to worry about." He finished. They both nodded. Stefan dropped Damon's arm, and walked over to me. "I need your phone." He said. I motioned to the purse that Damon was still holding.
"Why?" I asked.
"Your Grams should know about this. I'll ask her to come, and I'll explain everything." He answered. I nodded.
"How?" I asked.
"I'll show her your memory." He answered. My jaw dropped. "No one else will see it." He promised. I nodded. He led his brother outside, and shut the door.
"Bonnie, what happened?" Emmett asked. I shook my head.
"I can't." Was all that I could manage to say. He nodded. With a flash, Carlisle touched his hand to his forehead. Emmett's eyes widened. He's showing Emmett my memory. Great. Better him showing Emmett, than me, I suppose. Carlisle removed his hand, and Emmett looked furious. He turned his back to us. I can see him shaking. "Emmett, it's over." I said. He shook his head.
"That doesn't make it better." He said.
"I know." I whispered. Carlisle cleared his throat.
"We should start." Carlisle said. It brought Emmett out of his fury. "Emmett, I'm going to need you to hold Bonnie, while I remove her clothes. I need to see how extensive the damage is." He explained.
"Okay." Emmett agreed.
"This may hurt." Carlisle warned. I nodded. "I'm going to have to touch most of your injuries, to see what I'm dealing with." He cautioned. I nodded again.
"Do it." I agreed. Emmett held me by the waist. Carlisle removed my jacket. He sucked his breath in. He could see my shoulder. He removed my shirt.
"Emmett, I'm going to need you to lift her up." He said. Emmett lifted me, gently. Carlisle removed shoes, socks, and pants. Emmett set me down. Carlisle touched his fingers to my shoulder. I winced. He lifted my arm. I cried out in pain. He turned his attention to my ribs. He pushed on them gently. He sighed. He moved his hand to my knee. He shook his head, and lifted my leg. I cried out, again. "Monsters." He muttered.
He laid me down, gently. And he turned me onto my back. His hands were examining the small of my back. He pressed lightly, I could still feel the grimace on my face. Stupid tree. He pressed harder.
"Ahh." I choked out. He turned me back onto my back, and helped me sit up. He looked at my neck, and frowned.
He lifted the bandage, and removed it. He touched my neck. I can feel his fingers over the scabs. He brought his hand away, I could see blood on it. He shook his head. I guess it hasn't healed. I sucked in my breath. Something I did caught his attention. He looked at my ribs again. He pressed my ribs again. I winced. He lifted up the bottom part of my bra. I cried out. He reached behind me, and unfastened my bra clasp. He lifted the bottom of my bra, again. Slightly more this time. Except this time, it didn't hurt. He pressed his fingers to the bite mark. He shook his head. His brow furrowed, and his nostrils flared. Emmett looked over, and saw the bite mark. He had been watching his father. But, he hadn't realized what his father had seen. He shook his head. Carlisle refastened my bra.
"Bonnie, I'm positive that you have at least two broken ribs, your knee is broken, and so is your shoulder. You probably have a fractured rib or two, as well." He told me. Great. "I need to run more tests. We need to have you x-rayed." He added. I nodded. He took out his cell phone, and called someone. "This is Dr. Cullen. I have a patient that needs to have x-rays done, immediately." He answered. "Of course." He said to the other person. "Fifteen minutes." He answered, before shutting his phone. Emmett dressed me.
"You don't deserve this Bonnie. You of all people, don't deserve this." Emmett told me, quietly.
"Better me than someone else." I said.
No one said anything. Carlisle left the room. He re-entered the room with a wheelchair. Emmett lifted me from the table, and set me into the wheelchair. Carlisle held the door open, and Emmett pushed me into the hallway. Damon and Stefan followed us, without question. I guess Carlisle already talked to them.
I sighed. I laid on an examination table. Grams was talking with Carlisle. My shoulder itches. The sling that I have to wear is making me itch. I had a brace on my knee. Something about my break, I can't have a cast put on. There isn't anything that can be done about my ribs. My neck is re-bandaged. I have gauze wrapped around my back. Grams talked to Stefan and Damon while I was having the tests done.
She trusts them. She was nervous about Damon. As soon as she started to talk to him, I could feel her tension melt away. Damon was sending me his thoughts, so I would be there with him. The door opened. I looked over to see who it was. It's Stefan. I can hear Damon, Carlisle, and Grams talking. Emmett entered the room. He followed Stefan.
"If I can do anything, just let me know." Said Emmett. I nodded.
"Promise." I replied.
"They are talking." Stefan said, motioning to the door.
"Figured." I said. I'm trying to be responsive, but the pain meds are starting to catch up with me. The room is getting darker, and I feel light and tingly. "Mmm." I said. "S'hard." I said. They looked at me. "Staying awake. The meds are making me feel funny." I added. Then I slipped away, into a deep sleep.
(Two Weeks Later)
I opened my eyes. I was in my bed. I felt Damon beside me. He hasn't left me, not since that night. It's easier, moving now. I have to use a wheelchair, but I manage. I went back to school last week. By Friday, everyone had stopped staring at me. But everyone still offered to help me get around. The pain medications were helping. Damon hasn't pressed me to do anything, romantically. I think he wants me to know that he isn't pushing me.
It's reassuring, knowing that he cares enough to back off of that. He still has to help me with so much. I can't dress myself, or shower. I can't even get out of bed. If my shoulder were healed, I could use crutches. But it isn't, and I can't. Caroline has been a huge help. She's been over every day for the last week. Damon lets us have our time while she is here. I'm supposed to spend some days this week at Caroline's.
Elena has been by, but she doesn't approve of Damon. No matter what anyone says, she refuses to listen. She doesn't understand. I guess, I never expected her to. I don't want to show her what happened. If she can't believe what I've been trying to tell her, I don't want to share anything more. I still love her, she is just set in her ways. Caroline knows, somewhat. I told her some of what happened.
Damon gave her back some of her memories. She remembers what Damon is, and she knows what Stefan is. She knows what I am. She accepted it. She forgave Damon, I'm not sure how she did. But she did. She is amazing. I don't deserve a friend like Caroline. I sat up, I can do that now. Without hurting myself, too much.
I'm having nightmares again. This time, they aren't about Damon. They are about the mystery man. I never found out what he was. Who he was. Or why they chose me. Not knowing makes everything worse. I am left to wonder: what if. I don't like that question. It seems to always be haunting me. Taunting me, with something new.
A sudden blast of music caused me to yelp.
'I try to make it through my life, in my way, there's you.
I try to make it through these lies, and that's all I do.
Just don't deny it.
Don't try to fight this, and deal with it
And that's just part of it.'
Where's my phone. I leaned over, and tried to find it. Crap, I tried to reach for it with my hurt arm. Damon beat me to it. He was fishing it out of purse. He's a little too comfortable with my purse. He turned and glared at me. He handed me my phone. I smiled at him. He smiled back.
'If you were dead or still alive, I don't care.
I don't care.
Just go and leave this all behind, 'cause I swear (I swear), I don't care.'
I changed my ringtone. The old one just didn't fit anymore. This one, something about it, makes me feel… better. I answered my phone. It's my dad.
"Hey Dad," I answered.
"Hey baby, how are you feeling?" He asked.
"Better, I'm still hurting, but better." I told him. Grams told him that I was shopping at the mall, that I had tripped over something, and fell down some concrete stairs. Apparently I hit some other things on the way down.
"Are you sure that you don't need me to come home?" He asked.
"I'm alright Dad. Friends have been helping out." I assured him.
"Alright, baby, get some sleep." He said.
"I will Daddy." I answered.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." I replied. He hung up, and I followed suit. I handed Damon my phone.
"Do you miss him?" Damon asked me.
"Of course. But, sometimes I think that it's easier this way. He can't get hurt if he's not around. I don't want him to see me like this." I responded. Damon nodded.
"It's not your fault. None of this is." He said. He looked into my eyes. I know that he means every syllable.
"I know. But, he shouldn't be cursed." I replied. He shook his head.
"You're not cursed. You're… blessed." He finished. I snorted. "You are." He argued.
"I'm not so sure." I disagreed. He reached his arm over me. I gave him a puzzled look. He rolled his eyes, and smirked. He pulled me down, so that I was lying down again. He positioned himself on top of me, but not actually touching me. We haven't done this in awhile. We've been… on hold more or less. He rolled his eyes.
"I was trying to keep you from getting hurt. I was being a gentleman." He argued. I smiled.
"Are you being a gentleman now?" I asked.
"No." He said, as he shook his head.
"Good." I replied. He leaned down, and traced my lips with his tongue. I shuddered. He smiled. He liked my reaction. He replaced his tongue with his lips. He kissed me. My lips tingled, and the entire feeling spread throughout my body. I kissed him back, with more urgency than his kiss held.
"Bonnie," he breathed in my mouth. I gasped in his. He took advantage of my open mouth, and slid his tongue inside. Damn him, he knows my weakness. He pulled back.
"Damn who?" He asked. He put a hand over his heart, with fake hurt. "Moi?" He asked. I smiled.
"I didn't mean it." I assured him.
"Your weakness, huh?" He asked. Now he's gloating, how can I think around him? "You're only allowed to think, if your thoughts are about me." He stated. I rolled my eyes. "I don't think it's too much to ask…" He started. I interrupted him. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and let my lips do the talking. He kissed me back. I lay kissing for awhile. I moaned into his mouth. I missed this. His hand moved up my shirt, careful to avoid my injuries. His hand slid under over my clasp, and to my upper back, near my shoulder blade. The one that isn't broken. His hand clutched me to him. I pulled away, panting.
"I'm not going anywhere." I whispered.
"I don't…" Damon started. "I don't want to be without you." He finished.
"You don't have to be." I whispered. He rolled over, and held me to his chest. I moved my shoulder; this position hurts, a little bit. He laid me down on the bed, and snuggled up next to me. This is nice. I fell asleep next to him.
The light pouring into my room woke me up the next morning. I didn't have nightmares last night. Time for school. Ugh. I tried to sit up, forgetting that Damon has his arm firmly fastened around me.
"Mmm. Stop moving. Go back to sleep." Damon mumbled.
"School." I argued. Damon sighed.
"Fine." He said with a yawn.
He got up, and lifted me off of my bed. He set me in my wheelchair, and he started the shower. When the water was warm, he wheeled me into the bathroom. He didn't sleep with a shirt on, just sweatpants. He's been helping me shower in swimming trunks, out of respect. It seems kind of pointless. He's seen my body, but, not in that way.
'You don't have to wear a bathing suit.' I sent him. He looked at me. His eyebrows are raised in surprise.
'Are you sure?' He asked. I swallowed. I looked up at him. Am I sure?
'Yes,' I sent back, weakly. He lifted my shirt off, and then my bra. He lifted me out of my chair, and slid my panties off. He sat me on the bottom of the bathroom floor. He shut the door, so the floor wouldn't get back. I saw him sliding his pants off.
I've wondered what kind of underwear he wears. Though, I bet he doesn't wear any. He turned to me and smirked. He walked over to the shower; he opened the door, and stepped in. I was right. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I kept my eyes on his. He sat down, and started washing me. This isn't like before, it's different. It's more intimate.
I closed my eyes. I love the way his hands feel against my skin. I opened my eyes, and looked up at him. I grabbed an extra loofah, and started washing his chest. He looked at me. He moaned, but, I didn't stop. We stayed like this, washing each other. I could only do so much, with one hand. Damon got up, and shut off the water.
I kept my eyes on his top half. I'm not ready to see the bottom half yet. He dried me off, and helped me put lotion on. Then he dried himself, and he dressed me. He kept a towel wrapped around his waist. He helped me dry my hair, and he dried himself. He dressed, and I brushed my teeth. He sat me on my bed, and folded up my wheel chair. He lifted me up and carried me, and my chair downstairs.
Caroline would be here soon. As soon as we were downstairs, I heard a knock at the door.
"Caroline," I said with a smile. Her timing is impeccable. He quickly set up my chair, and set me into it. He opened the door, and smiled.
"Hello Caroline." He said. She smiled back.
"Hey Damon." She replied. "Bonnie!" She exclaimed. She raced over, and hugged me. I winced. It was nice, having Caroline around.
"Hey." I said, hugging her back.
"We better get to school." She said. I nodded. She wheeled me out, to her car. Damon followed us out, with my book bag. He helped me into Caroline's car, and set my wheelchair in the backseat. He put my book bag with it. "Thanks." I said.
"Anytime." He finished. I used my good arm to grab his shirt, and pull him closer to me. Once he was close enough, I kissed him. He kissed me back, keeping it brief. He pulled away, and smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist me." He stated. I rolled my eyes. He's right.
"You know it." I agreed. I smiled back. He shut my car door.
'Tonight,' he sent my through his thoughts.
'Tonight,' I agreed. I'm going to Caroline's after school today.
Caroline pulled into the nearest parking spot.
"Here we are!" She said happily.
"Another day at school." I replied. I long to be able to do things myself again. Not that I mind Damon's help. But, having to get help from everyone, is overwhelming. She shut off her car, and got out. I opened my door, and waited for her to bring my chair out.
"Hey." I looked up, it was Matt. Followed closely by Tyler.
"Hey yourself." I said. He smiled. Tyler smiled too, his smile reached his eyes, but there was something unsettling about it. It's the same smile he's had ever since I've come back to school. Like he can't stand seeing me like this. Caroline wheeled my chair over. She started to reach for me, but Tyler beat her to it.
"Let me help you." He said.
"Okay." I said with a smile. He knew I was with Damon. Though, we really don't have a title. He lifted me up, with surprising gentleness. He set me into my chair.
"Thanks." I said. "Can you hand me my bag?" I asked. I had my purse on my shoulder. He started to hand me my bag, but decided better of it, and kept it. He slung it over his shoulder. "Tyler, I can carry it on my lap. I am capable of some things." I assured him.
"I know." He said. "But you don't have to." He said. I rolled my eyes at him. They chuckled. "I'll carry it." He said.
"Fine." I said. Tyler walked behind me and started pushing my chair. Since my arm was in a sling, I could wheel it myself.
I took notes with my left hand. Luckily I can write with both hands. Doing everything else with my left hand, it's still a challenge. The day went by quickly. I had lunch with Stefan, Matt, Caroline, Tyler, and Elena. Elena was surprisingly warm towards me. Maybe she's coming around. Matt said something about Damon, and her eyes froze. Maybe, not. Oh well, can't win them all, I guess.
"Bonnie!" I looked up and saw Ellie. I smiled. "How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked.
"Better." I said, it's the truth. "Damon and Caroline have been helping a lot." I added. She smiled. She was the president of the Damon fan club. Well, she would be, if there were such a thing. She hugged me. She's the closest thing I have to a mother. This is nice.
I had dinner with her and Caroline. Caroline drove me home, and helped me out of the car, and into my chair. Damon was waiting for me.
"Tomorrow?" She asked.
"Yeah, tomorrow." I agreed. Tomorrow I was going to stay at Caroline's house for a few days. She hugged me goodbye, and waved to Damon. He wheeled me inside, and carried me upstairs. He opened my bedroom door, Stefan was waiting. "Stefan?" I asked in confusion.
"Hello Bonnie." He said. "We think we have an idea of who might have sent those… men to attack you." He responded. He said men through his teeth.
"Who?" I asked. Damon wheeled me near my bed, and sat down next to me. This is going to be a long night.
Author's Note: I really hope that you liked it! Again, sorry it took me so insanely long. I've been trying to write in my spare time. PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know if you like it, or not. I guess I can't please everyone. BUT I still hope that you like it, lol. I'll try to update soon after Christmas! Merry Christmas all! Or happy holidays!
~Anneryn