AN: I'll hopefully be posting more often now! :D Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. D: If they did, they'd probably hate their lives XD

Alaric's Point of View

Alaric lay in bed, trying to get some sleep, but having a hard time doing so. He was too busy going over today's previous events. What a hell of a day. He turned to his side and closed his eyes when he heard a moan come from Damon's room, then some obvious moving around. He sighed and pulled off his covers. With his feet over the side of the bed, Alaric rubbed his eyes and stood up. He headed right across the hall and without knocking went into Damon's room where he saw Damon leaning over the side of the bed, with a hand on his stomach.
Alaric knew what was happening and ran over to Damon's side. Just like when Damon was bitten, he helped hold Damon up and he brought the bin up close to him.
Damon dry-heaved first for about three minutes. Three minutes of Alaric rubbing Damon's back, trying to make him at least a little bit more comfortable. Alaric was beginning to think that nothing was going to come up at all when Damon coughed and began to vomit. Alaric rubbed Damon's back grimacing. This time seemed more violent than the previous time when Damon was dying. Alaric just continued to rub Damon's back, when finally Damon stopped.
"Are you finished?" Alaric asked.
Damon nodded. "For now." He fell back onto the bed and was breathing heavily.
"I thought we agreed to never go through that again," Alaric joked, sitting next to where Damon was laying on the bed.
"Apparently my stomach has other plans."
"Apparently," Alaric agreed. He stood up and went to get some tissues. He handed some to Damon and he wiped his mouth.
"Just like last time," Damon whispered, apparently worn out.
Alaric laughed. "Yeah, definitely now having Déjà-Vu." He looked at Damon seriously. "Do you know what made you throw up?"
Damon shook his head, tiredly. His eyes closed. "I just didn't feel well and the next thing I know I was over the side of my bed."
"That's not good," Alaric said, a bit unhelpfully. He glanced at Damon who looked like he was going to pass out. "Alright, well I'll let you sleep. For the second time, Alaric said goodnight and left.

12:35am

Alaric was woken up, to the sound of someone getting sick. Instantly he knew it was Damon. Who else could it be? He walked across the hall and into Damon's room.
"Again? "Alaric asked. "The last one was at what? 11:30?" He went over and placed a hand on Damon's shoulder as he leaned over the bed, throwing up in the bin. When he was finished, Alaric frowned at the bin. "That needs cleaned out. You've filled it up with your own vomit. That is disgusting."
Damon didn't answer and Alaric sighed and picked up the bin. He went into Damon's bathroom and rinsed it out. When he came back he put it beside the bed again.
"Feel any better?" Alaric asked Damon who shook his head.
"Not really."
Alaric sighed and went over to a chair that was still by Damon's bed from a few nights ago.
"What are you doing, Ric?" Damon asked quietly.
"Going to sleep."

2:54

Alaric wasn't the bit surprised when he woke up to the sound of Damon getting sick for the third time. At least he was able to get two hours of sleep this time. He sleepily staggered over to Damon and sat tiredly on the bed next to the vampire.
"You're killing me you know that?" Alaric muttered. For the third time that night, he rubbed Damon's back in smooth circles as the vampire got sick. Alaric brushed hair out of his face each time it would fall.
"I have no idea how you're still throwing up," Alaric said softly.
When Damon was finished, he answered. "You feed me a lot of blood, Ric."
"I didn't know you were going to throw it all up."
Damon sighed tiredly. "Neither did I." Alaric looked at Damon sympathetically. Alaric was tired, but Damon must have been completely exhausted. It seemed to take more and more effort for anything to actually come up each time. Sighing, Alaric helped him lay down.

This went on two more times. The second to last was really violent, but the last was still the worst. Nothing came up, and Alaric found himself trying to comfort the vampire who did nothing but dry-heaved for over five minutes.

At about 8:00 in the morning, Alaric glanced at Damon who was completely asleep and went downstairs where the other two were.
When he got downstairs, Elena looked at him. "You look awful."
"I didn't sleep very well," Alaric admitted.
"Did something happen to Damon?" Stefan asked, standing up from the couch.
"He couldn't stop getting sick last night. He threw up five times last night. Well four if you don't count the fifth time where he just stood over the bin dry-heaving for eight minutes." Alaric sat in a chair that was across the couch. "I have no idea how you guys slept through it. Especially Stefan, with his vampire hearing and all."
Stefan frowned. "Is he sleeping now?"
"Yeah, but I wouldn't get your hopes up. He'll more than likely get sick again in thirty minutes."
"I feel so bad for him," Elena said. "I didn't know it was that bad."
"His injuries are taking its toll," Stefan said. "There might be an infection from his wounds, causing him to get sick. Or, it's because he never fully healed from being ill last time."
Alaric shrugged. "I did my best to keep him comfortable, but I don't think it was any good."
Stefan ran his hands through his hair. "So he more than likely won't be able to keep blood down."
"I can guarantee he won't be able to. The only reason why he's not throwing up now, is because there is nothing left in his stomach."
"Without blood he can't heal," Elena cut in. She turned to Stefan. "What are we going to do?"
Stefan shook his head. "I have no idea. But I'm gone tomorrow morning. We'll have to wait for it to pass like a human with an illness. Hopefully soon his body will be able to take blood again."
"And if not," Alaric began, "we're in trouble."
It was then when Alaric realized how serious this could get.

There. I'm posting this right now, so two chapters posted in like three hours. That is to make up for my lack of posting. XD