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AN: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AND FAVORITES AND STORY ALERTS AND ETC! You guys are awesome! I didn't know so many people would like this story... Anyway, here's chapter three! I'm sure you've all been wondering if Damon's okay.

The first thing Damon's mind recognized were voices. Someone was talking. No, not someone, more than one someone. What were they saying? His brain was sluggish. Damon was not yet awake. Well, he was aware, but he couldn't seem to open his eyes. Defeated, he decided he would just have to listen to the conversation. He strained his weak human ears to hear what was going on. Was there an emergency? And, they were just letting him sleep?

"He hasn't woken up yet. Stefan, are you sure he's alright?" He couldn't recognize the voices. The names were just out of his reach. But, "Stefan" rang a bell.

"Yeah, yeah. He'll be fine. Can we go to bed? I'm really tired."

"You two go. Meredith and I will stay with Damon." Footsteps growing quieter and quieter. He caught "Meredith". The name made him uneasy for some reason. And, he heard "Damon", his own name. Why were they talking about him?

"Poor dear. His wrist is at quite an odd angle. I think he might have broken it. Let me get my things. Hopefully, I can do something about it before he wakes up in pain. Dr. Alpert can come over tomorrow." Soft footsteps moving away from him.

"Oh! I didn't even notice! I hope he's alright!"

"He'll be fine. Look, Mrs. Flowers is going to fix his wrist and he'll be good as new. Although, he wasn't exactly good to start with." Laughter and then more footsteps. Damon struggled to open his eyes. Something touched his forearm. He jerked involuntarily.

"It's already begun to heal. I'm going to need to re-break it and set it. Hold him steady, girls." Damon tensed when hands grabbed his arms and held him down. He was still halfway unconscious. What were these unnamed phantoms doing to him? And then, there was counting and a crack. Pain and everything went black.

"Shh. He's waking up!" A voice hissed. Damon's eyelashes fluttered. And, finally, he was able to open his eyes. Blearily, he looked around the room. Bonnie was standing over him, looking worried. Meredith was sitting across the room on another couch. Damon, himself, was lying across a larger couch, the same one he'd been on before. And, there was another person in the room. Damon could see slippers, but the face was out of his line of vision. He assumed it was Mrs. Flowers. Then, he noticed something odd. There was something on his wrist. It burned and itched. Damon went to take it off, whatever it was, and was met by two different hands.

"Damon, when you passed out, you fell and broke your wrist. If you want to take that thing off, fine. But, when you do, it'll hurt like hell. Dr. Alpert is going to come over tomorrow and put a cast on it." Meredith told him icily. Damon froze. He'd done what? And, there would be a what on his forearm tomorrow? A tired Stefan came into the picture and Damon realized he was hyperventilating. He had been a vampire only yesterday! How had everything gone so wrong? Stefan was looking into his eyes. Damon heard something about being tired. And then, he couldn't keep his eyes open. Dimly, he realized he was being compelled, but he was too tired to care. He let his eyes close and the darkness overtook him.

Damon had a sense of déjà vu as he opened his eyes. He surveyed his surroundings and found that he was in his bed. How had he gotten there? Last night was hazy. Damon remembered trying chocolate, getting sick, and then everything falling sideways. After that, things got dicey. He remembered voices and a strange…something on his arm. And, vividly, he remembered Stefan's face leaning over his. After that, there was nothing. He was forced to conclude that his brother had compelled him to sleep. But, Damon couldn't blame him. It was all so stupid. He realized, now, that their fight over a woman had been a mistake. And, just when they were going to make up, he had screwed up again. He closed his eyes and sighed. There was one good thing about today. Damon felt more like himself than he had yesterday. Sure, he still had to remember to breathe and eat, but he felt as normal as he possibly could.

He made to get up. Damon noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There was something hard and dark on his wrist. His heart began to pound. Was it a malach? Was there a malach on his arm? What would he do? Damon looked. Then, he growled. It wasn't a malach at all. It was a black cast. Looking closely, he could see several notes in silver Sharpie. He smirked. So, they cared about him after all. There was a note from each of the girls and one from Sage. Mutt, no Matt, and Stefan had decided to skip out. Damon didn't care. He could taunt his brother with the fact that Elena's note was the longest.

Padding into the hallway, Damon moved towards the larger living room area. Everyone else was up and about. Elena and Stefan were cuddled on the couch. Damon almost gagged. Looking away, he noticed Bonnie watching the couple, seeming forlorn. He wondered what was going on with her. Mutt, or Matt, was with Bonnie. He was staring at her lovingly. Again, Damon almost gagged. And then, he had an idea. The cast might be useful for something. He crept behind the couch. His brother was distracted and didn't notice. Elena sensed something was amiss, but didn't look behind her. Suddenly, Damon swung his arm down and hit Stefan in the face with his cast. He smirked at his brother's surprised yelp.

"That's for messing up my face." Damon told him seriously. Then, he took a seat on a chair across the room. He knew better than to mess with people stronger than he was. It wouldn't end well for him. He saw Sage giving him a thumbs-up. Damon smiled. So, he'd managed to do something right. And, hitting Stefan with his cast hadn't hurt at all. Finally, Damon noticed that he'd taken a seat next to Meredith on the love seat. He scooted away from her. She had always unnerved him. Now that he was human, the feeling was doubled. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty because she was. It was more that she didn't like him and that her glare was…scary. She was one of the few humans that ever made Damon nervous.

Mrs. Flowers and a woman entered the room. Damon took the unknown to be Dr. Alpert, the one who had put the stupid cast on his wrist. The two older women took seats on the couch with Stefan and Elena. Now that they were all there, everyone fell silent, facing the awful reality of their situation. They were in trouble. Damon looked around gravely. No one had anything to say. Didn't they want the kitsune gone? Well, he knew where to start, but he wasn't sure they would listen.

"So… If no one else is going to say anything, I will. I don't know what the rest of you have to fight for, but I want my memories back. I think it would be a good idea to research kitsune. Maybe, we'll find something important." He tried to gauge everyone's reaction. They were all nodding approvingly. Then, Elena spoke up.

"Well, I don't think all of us should do research. Some of us can go out and see what's going on. And, some of the stronger ones, meaning the vampires, can search around the woods. Never going in, of course, but seeing what goes on right outside. Maybe they'll find something important. The humans will probably stay home and research. Bonnie and Mrs. Flowers can work with magic. Maybe the two of you can find some protection spells. Or, maybe offensive spells to use in a fight. That way, everyone will be doing something important." She looked pointedly at Damon when she said this. He sighed. Why did everyone have to baby him just because he was suddenly human? Sure, he'd lost his Power, but he wasn't incompetent. He was still the same man, wasn't he?

AN: I promise there is a point to Damon's cast. You shall see in the coming chapters. You know the drill: REVIEW. Thanks for reading!