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Bonnie's eyes shot open and she realized that it was already morning.
She had dreamt about Caitlyn, and it happened although she wasn't in coma anymore. The thing that really got her worried, was the fact that last night's dream was a new one and not a repetition. She had never dreamt that part before.
Why did that happen?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a strong arm that gripped her by the hip.
"If you keep moaning and squirming against me, I might not be able to hold myself back from devouring you", Damon whispered into her ear.
His voice was still a little dozy, which meant that he was actually still asleep.
"Sorry I woke you up", Bonnie replied and got out of the bed. "I'm going to brush my teeths."
The dream made her pensive. She shouldn't have them anymore. She was out of coma and in a healthy condition... or not?
Maybe Elena was right, her comatose state could have caused damages to her brain that exposed through her continous dreams and images of a happy family with Damoon and their daughter Caitlyn. It scared her. What if she had a tumor, what if her feelings for Damon were only the result of an illness. What if...
"Bonnie, you're alright", Damon asked as he knocked on the door of his bathroom. Bonnie had been in there for over fifteen quiet minutes.
"Ye... yeah... I'm fine", Bonnie responded and whipped her tears away. Then she sprayed some cold water on her face before she replied her words again. This time more to herself.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
"What took you so long in there", Damon asked her as soon as she reentered the bedroom.
She just wanted to climb back into bed with Damon and let him hold her as tight as he could. She wanted to fall back in his arms and forget the whole misery around her.
"Come back to bed", Damon sat up and reached for her. Instead giving in and follow her desire she walked to the door.
"I need to get dressed", but Damon wasn't buying it. A second later he stood in front of her, hindering her from leaving his master bedroom.
"Hey, what's wrong. Did I say or do something to upset you", he asked and placed both of her hands on her cheeks, making her look him in the eyes. Just then he could see her glassy and red eyes, like she had been crying.
"Were you crying", he asked silently, his eyes grazed her concerned and sad at the same time.
Bonnie shook her head and lowered her eyes. She just couldn't look him in the eyes and admit how sad she felt. She didn't want to crack or fall apart, like she was a weak person. That wasn't her.
"It... it was nothing. I have to go now", Bonnie tried to wriggle out of his arms.
"Where?"
"Damon please, just let me go ok", Bonnie tried sadly and suddenly she was so tired of explaining everything.
"Not until you tell me where you're heading."
"I'm going to the hospital. I think I should see doctor Fell", Damon was alarmed and his concern for the little witch increased even more.
"Hospital? Bonnie what's wrong, come on tell me. You know you can trust me."
"I know, I know. I just need a check- up, that's all... now leave it alone okay", she insisted with more strength than before.
Damon watched her thoroughly, like he trying to figure out what she was so hard trying to hide from him.
"Alright, I'm so coming with you", he finally said and let Bonnie go. She just rolled her eyes and left the room.
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Bonnie is scared to death, but is it justified?
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