Though she didn't need to ask, one look told her everything. There was a dressing on his left temple, his left arm/hand and leg were casted, there was an IV in his right wrist, and EKG stickers on his chest. A long abrasion ran down his hairline held together by rows of evil looking black stitches. There was a tube going into his side that had what looked like blood in it. His side was covered in black and blue and red bruises. She winced just thinking about it, broken ribs. "They're draining the blood from his lung," Razor said, noticing her repugnance. She nodded her head and sank into a chair. Razor sighed heavily. He ran his hand through his hair and said, "Emily I can't take this anymore seeing my best friend injured , the beeping of the machines, the ticking of the clock…I'm taking ten." She nodded her head. "Okay," it came out in a whisper. The thought of being alone with him terrified her. What if something happened, what would she do? To calm herself she took his hand and stroked small circles across the back of it. The words of a song she'd heard on the radio a few days ago came to mind which was stand by you . She softly sang out the words and fought tears as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall. Could he ever forgive her? Damon opened his eyes. White ceiling awful bright light, singing? He moved his head and even that tiny action sent pain rippling through him like lighting. He groaned then looked to his right. Emily? This must be heaven, he had to be dead. But why would it hurt so much in heaven? It was hell that was it, after all he knew he'd done some awful things and Emily might vanish. "Damon?" Her voice rang like a bell. It was full of hope and…anxiety? Why was he in so much pain? What was going on? Getting hit by a car when he was walking because he could not sleep . His brain supplied the missing piece of the puzzle. "Emily?" He choked on the syllables. He'd forgotten how much it hurt to breathe.