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Elena's POV

Caroline picked me exactly the same time as she had done during the week.

We pulled up to the school and park in our now usual space, next to Damon's Car.

I saw a figure in a leather jacket in the inclosed convertible. He had his head on the steering wheel as he took deep breaths.

I hoped out of Caroline's car and told her I will meet up with her soon and told I her I ha to give Damon his phone back.

She gave me a strange expression but when on her way to class. I went to Damon's side of the car and lightly tapped on the rolled up window.

Damon's face slowly turned to me with a sad expression. It faded when he ruffled his hair and rolled his window.

"What?" He bluntly asked as I searched my bag for his phone.

I looked to him and noticed a huge bruise on the right side, along his cheek bone and eye.

"Oh my gosh, you ok?" I said leaning in further to see his his bruise.

Damon turned his face to hide it and cleared his throat, a habit he usually did.

"Yeah um I'm fine. Fell down the stairs," he bluntly told me.

I didn't buy it but didn't push him.

"Oh well here is your phone you left mine last night," I said handing him his iPhone 5. He briskly nodded.

"Thank you," he quietly said and looked straight ahead. The bell rang again.

"Um you coming?" I asked Damon as he shrugged.

"Why do you care?" He said slightly meeting my gaze. Yeah why do I care? I just shrugged and walked off to my class, praying to god I'm not late.

It was now the end of day and I walked to the ladies room which was located next to the men's. After using the loo I looked at my reflection in the mirror quickly before heading out. The hallways were quiet and bare.

A cry was heard inside the men's room along with a punch of a door. And another. And another. I knocked on the door.

"Is everything okay in there?" I asked as the punching stopped but I heard deep breaths.

"Hello?" There was no answer. Unsure I just started to go to the school doors.

The smell of rain was showing again and I sighed. Caroline was waiting in the carpark thankfully. I went up to her at and realized Damon's Camaro was still in place. I hopped into the car.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I told Caroline.

"No, it's fine," she smiled as I saw Damon's figure walk out of the school doors. He was practically dragging his feet as his bag hung from his broad shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" She asked following my gaze.

"What's up with him?" She asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I actually need to talk to him, you can go. I'll walk," I said and hopped out of the car as she stared at me. She looked confused but she place a curled piece of hair behind her ear and drove away.

Damon got his keys out and walked to the drivers side but stopped when I stood next to it.

"What do you want?" He asked not meeting my eyes. I crossed my arms.

"What up with you Damon?" I asked as he met my gaze with fury in his eyes.

"Why the fuck do you care?!" He yelled and punched his car, setting off the alarm. I stood shocked in place as Damon calmed down.

"Hey," I said softly as I reached out to place my hand on his arm but he pushed it away with so much force it send me to the ground. I let out a cry as the gravel ripped my skin on my knee. Damon quickly came to my side and helped me up.

"I'm sorry," he said sadly and backed away from me. I brushed myself off and picked up my bag as I fought tears. My knee was now bleeding a lot. I looked at him, tears in eyes.

"If you keep pushing away my help, my willingness to comfort you, you will end up alone," I breathed.

"I said I was sorry," he said as I walked away, limping. Damon sighed behind me.

"Wait Elena," I ignored him. He hopped into his car and slammed the door before pulling up beside me.

"Come on," he angrily said as he opened the door for me. I rolled my eyes and hopped in. The car ride was full of silence. Damon pulled up to my driveway.

"Thanks," I said under my breath and got out of the car and slammed the door. He then drove away quickly as I huffed and went into the house.

I was greeted to my dad sitting at the dining room table.

"Hey dad, your home early?"

"Yeah, they told me I didn't need to do my shift at the hospital tonight since they already had full roster." He said as he looked up with a smile but it dropped when he saw my knee.

"What happened there?" He asked with concern. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Damon Salvatore, it was an accident." I huffed as I dropped my bag on the table and head to the first aid kit in the kitchen.

"Salvatore? Why is that name so familiar?" He asked him self as I cleaned the wound and placed a plaster over the cut. I turned to my dad to see he was thinking.

"What's on your mind?" I ask as he looks at me.

"I was trying to remember why Salvatore was so recognizable, and in fact I had patient admitted last night under the name of Stefan Salvatore," he said taking a sip of his coffee. My heart stopped. Stefan as in Damon's 5 year old brother?

"Wha- what happened?" I asked as I gripped onto the counter.

"He was nearly beat to death. He had a severe concussion and a broken spine. He's barely holding on but we're hoping for the best," tears filled my eyes as I remembered Damon's bruised eye. Was it possible? Could of Damon beat his brother?

No he was at my place nearly all afternoon yesterday and his father had texted him. I grabbed the keys to my fathers car.

"May I please borrow these?" I asked as my father looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's important." I said as he nodded.

"You sure you want to drive... Since the accident?" He asked as I gulped.

"Yes, I need to see Damon," I said. Dad stiffened.

"Your seeing the boy?"

"Yes dad, Stefan Salvatore is Damon's little brother." I explained as Dad nodded. I walked to the car and Dad called out from the front door.

"Be careful," he said as I nodded. I took a deep breath an turned the key once I was seated.

I remember Damon's address from when Caroline and I were invited to one of his party's with held the address on the invitation.

I tapped the address into the GPS and followed the map. The address matched up with a giant old mansion. It was brilliant! I parked the car and ran to the door. I knocked on the door. Why was I caring for Damon so much? Well I know exactly what he is going through. I pushed the memories of my younger brother in my mind as Damon opened the door.

Damon looked terrible, his beautiful face was beaten and fresh blood was on his skin. Damon looked shocked as he held his finger to his lips. He trembled with fear.

"Who the fuck is at the door boy?" Damon's fathers voice boomed.

'Help me' Damon mouthed as I nodded furiously and ran to my car and turned it on as I drove to the front door. Damon quickly jumped in as I speed away from his house.

As soon as I was miles away from the house I stopped on the side of the road. Damon was shaking in fear as he stared ahead.

"What the hell is going on Damon?!"
He sighed and looked straight ahead. He looked to his feet and shuffled them round as he shrugged.

I placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched but relaxed as I softly rubbed his back.

"Hey you can tell me," I softly said.

"My... My brother. He won't let me see him," he said looking at his fingers. I had never had seen him like this. There were dry tear stains on his cheeks where his bruise rested.

"Your father won't let you see him?" I ask as he nodded.

"We can go. I will take you," I softly told him.

"Really?" He whispered and I nodded with a small smile. His eyes lit up slightly as he smiled a little too.

"Thank you," he said as I took my hand off his back but he grabbed it, making me turn to him again.

"I mean it," he said looking very deeply into my eyes. I nodded and took my hand out of his as it was to intense.

His gaze did things to me. Things it shouldn't be doing.

"Well let's go," I smiled as he nodded. The trip to the hospital was quiet and uneventful though I check Damon every once and a while to see if he was ok.

He would meet my gaze and smile softly then look away. Damon was not who I though he was. He covered up the fact that he was actually quite sensitive, with a bad boy look. But really, under all that bull and cockiness, he was hurting.

"Damon you should really tell someone about your father," I softly said, making him jump slightly.

"I don't want to talk about that," he said looking at the traffic in front of us. I sighed and tapped the steering wheel to a invisible beat.

We finally pulled up to the hospital and found a parking space.

"You don't have to come in..." Damon pointed out as I got out of the car.

"No I will, plus I'm your ride home," he gulped when I said 'home' but I pretended I didn't notice.

He followed me into the hospital. I knew this place from the back of my hand. My dad had been working here ever since I was born. I went to the front desk.

"Elena, dear, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?" Sally, the receptionist, asked.

"No there isn't but my friend and I wanted to visit a patient," I told her and she went to her computer.

"Which patient dear?"

"Stefan Salvatore," Sally nodded and tapped at her keyboard. After a few seconds she faced us.

"He's in a very poor condition but you may visit him for a short while. Visiting hours close soon. He may be sleeping mind you," she warned us and we nodded. I saw Damon looking small and lost behind me.

I don't know what plucked up the courage of me but I walked to him and intertwined his slender fingers with mine.

His hand warm and soft to the touch. Damon softly smile down at me and I dragged him slowly to the allocated room. We opened Stefan's room the smell of medicine and the sound of machines came to us. Damon stiffened as he shivered at the sight. I softly rubbed my thumb on his hand in comfort.

We walked to Stefan and Damon gasped. Stefan's poor little face was bruised and cut. His arms had scraps and his hair was matted and Damon let out a whimper as he let go of my hand and grabbed his brothers small one.

"Oh Stef," he whispered and ran his fingers along his little brothers cheek. The sight of the brothers broke my heart. I came up to Damon and placed a hand on his back softly.

Damon surprised me by turning and hiding his head in the crook of my neck. He started to shake and I didn't know what to do. So I placed my arms around his waist and held him. He didn't respond back straight away but soon wrapped his own arms around me. The hug was warm and comforting, even to me. I never of thought in a million years I would be hold Damon as he broke down.

My neck was wet and Damon quickly moved out of my arms and walked across the room.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't meant to uh, cry like that," he sniffed wiping his face. I reached forward but stepped back.

"I don't need you pity," he spat at me and I shivered. What was his problem! The nurse walked in and informed us we needed to leave. So Damon walked to his brother slowly and pushed back some of his brown hair. He leaned down and kissed his small forehead. He then sighed.

"I love you Stef," he whispered and I had to turn away, this moment almost seemed to private.

"Hold in there buddy," he added before slowly walking over to me. I just walked out the door without a smile and he followed me to the car.

Once we were inside we just sat there. Damon rested his elbows onto his thighs and held his head in his hands. I sighed and started the car but noticed his shoulders shake. She heard him sniff and she stopped the engine again. I didn't give a rats ass about him not wanting comfort.

I leaned in closer and rested my hand on his shoulder once again.

"Shall we go for a walk?" I asked softly and he sniffed. He didn't reply straight away but soon he nodded and hoped out of my car without a word.

"It's dark." Damon whispered and I shrugged. There was a park located next to the hospital where I had spend lots of my time as a little kid. Damon followed, hands his his skinny jeans and tears fell down his face. This sight was to sad. I found the bench that was under the big white oak tree. I patted the spot next to me, offering him a place there. He hesitated at first but he slowly walked and sat as far from me as possible. I skooted over to him so my shoulder touched his.

"Come on Damon, I'm literally offering a shoulder to cry on. And it seems like not many people do so," I shoved my shoulder more into his and he chuckled, "Have at it," I smiled at him and he actually smiled back. I reached up with my thumb ready, and stroked his, surprisingly soft, cheek. I wiped his shed tears and he closed his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered and I smiled up at him.
He leaned his head on my shoulder and I rested mine on his.

"I'm scared," he whispered. I nodded understanding and I grabbed his hand.

"What if he doesn't get better?" He asked and I looked down at him.

"Don't say that. I promise he will get better," I said, only half knowing. I prayed for Stefan as Damon sighed into my shoulder. Small drops of rain fell and landed on Damon's nose. I leaned down and kissed it away.

Damon pulled away and looked me straight in the eye. I gasped at the look he was giving me. My eyes flickered from his to his lips. As I looked to his lips and he ran his tongue over the bottom one. My heart fluttered when I looked back to his eyes to see him looking at my lips. I blushed as he smirked softy. The light of the moon highlighted his god-like face.

Of corse the moment had to be ruined by my phone. The ID was 'Dad' and I quickly mouthed 'sorry' to Damon before getting up to stand by the tree a few meters away from the bench. I turned my back on Damon and answered the call.

"Elena where are you?" My fathers voice asked.

"I'm fine dad, me and Damon just visited his brother in hospital,"

"Alright, well come home now, it's a school night," I said goodbye and headed to Damon who was looking at his feet.

"Come on, I'll drop you off at ..." I trailed off and realized the person he was fearing who was waiting for him at home. Damon shook his head.

"Take me home, I don't want to make it worse," he said getting up.

"No you not-"

"Elena I will be fine," he said with a shaky voice. I slowly nodded and he followed me to the car.

Once we had come to his driveway he ordered me to stop by his letter box.

"Thank you for all this," he smiled at me, unbuckling his seatbelt. He started to get out but I stopped him.

"Wait," I grabbed a tissue and a pen and wrote my number on it.

"Have this. Call me or anything if you need someone," I said passing him the tissue. He looked at it and smiled. His smiled faded when he got out.

"Night Elena," he said before shutting the door and running in the dark to his house. I had a pit in my stomach that I should of kept him with me.

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