Alright here is the second chapter redo let me know what you guys think and I will get chapter three redo up soon because that one is finished and I am starting work on chapter four!

Elena POV

I breezed up to the desk my pale blonde hair floating behind me to the balding middle aged man that was Mr. Smith, abandoning my open text book and page and a half of notes that where written in exceptional handwriting and blue ink. Mr. Smith didn't even bother to explain what was going on but instead thrust the plastic phone in my face mutter something about how a teacher wanted me to report to their room immediately. I took the phone and put it to my ear and the smooth voice flowed out

"Hello Elena, this is Mrs. Emerald. Damon isn't feeling well and asked if you would be able to drive him home. I will explain more when you get here, please report to my room."

I really didn't need her to say more than that Damon was sick and I was on my way to the main floor quickly placing the phone back into the holder and gathering my things shoving them into my purple Jan sport bag. I am not sure that my feet would carry me any faster as I trotted down the hall took a left went down a flight of stairs took a right and found the third door on the left. As I enter the room my gaze immediately found Damon cowering in his desk trembling like a leaf.

"Oh Elena, I am so glad that you are here. I am not sure what is wrong with him but it seems like he is running a fever and he was complaining of a stomach and muscle aches. I would assume that he probably caught the bug that was going around. I think it would be best if I wrote you both a pass and you headed home for the day. Oh and if anything strange happens and you need some help don't be afraid to call. I was a nurse at one point and have seen plenty of teenagers with various bouts of the flu and cold."

Mrs. Emerald's clear voice explained things that I could clearly see just by looking at Damon. However, her offer of help would be greatly appreciated should I need it and I accepted the note she held in her outstretched hand thanking her before going to Damon. The second my hand touched his back Damon tensed and his shaking stopped momentarily.

"Come on Damon. Let's go home. Do you think you can walk to the car?"

I asked him really not expecting an answer but was a bit surprised as he forced himself out of the desk to stand looking a bit like a newborn colt. I collected Damon's things and slid them into his bag before taking hold of his arm and leading him down the halls filled with students on their way to lunch. Dozens of eyes turned to look at us, people were used to a pale Damon, and they were not used to the Damon that was clinging to my side. A Damon whose hair was ruffled and stuck to his forehead and whose eyes where glassy as he stumbled down a hallway relying on someone else to steady him was certainly out of the norm. This Damon was definitely a far cry from the one whose hair normally was shiny and a bit messy as though he had just finished up with a special lady friend, whose clothes hung off his athletic frame as though he was a model straight off the runway, and whose eyes although dark seemed to be lit from the inside and allowed him to smooth talk his way out of any situation. We were nearing the front office now where I pushed Damon into one of the ugly chairs and rung the bell to alert Ms. Church of our presence. As usual Ms. Church, the rather plump slightly older woman with a full head of dark shoulder length curls, bustled out from the back room, her dark short sleeved blazer allowing for some room through the chest while her tight matching pencil skirt squeezing her hips. Honestly on anyone else the outfit would seem rather frumpy considering Ms. Church's size, but the woman seemed to pull of this look and come off as sweet and motherly, needless to say, Ms. Church pulled it off.

"Oh dearies what can I do for you?" Ms. Church asked in her sugar sweet voice.

"We need you to stamp this pass so we can leave, Damon isn't feeling well." I replied.

"Of course sweets! Feel better Damon." Her cheery voice rang out.

I nodded my thanks and helped Damon up leading him through the front doors and to the student parking lot. Luckily we had gotten to school early today and had gotten on of the parking spots in the first few slots and it wasn't too far. I needed to get Damon home and in bed because the long we took the more he started to shake.

"Damon do you think that you can get in the car by yourself?"

All I got was a mumbled no and so instead I escorted Damon around the front of the car pulling the door open and guiding him into the passenger seat reaching across him to buckle his seat belt and adjust the seat so he was almost lying down. I tossed our bags in the back seat and ran around to the other side of the car moving the seat so that I could us home. The engine of the town car we normal took to school every day purred to life as we moved through the rows of cars to the exit. Just as I was about to pull into the road that would take us home I glance over at Damon and saw him cuddled into the leather seat shivering in his thick cotton hoodie his eyes pressed shut in a state of uneasy sleep.

Damon's POV

Whatever Mrs. Emerald had done had worked. I was to make it out to the car granted the last few steps before I collapsed into the plush leather seat took most of my remaining concentration and energy. Thankfully the silver dots where held at bay and the cramping had seem to ease the more that I moved but the chilled feeling still didn't evaporate and my lips still felt sticky. I closed my eyes as Elena started the car and replayed what had happened over in my head. I started to make a list of things that had to be done in order for me to feel better once we arrived at the boarding house. The first thing on the list was that I had to make it up the stairs to my room and pull off my school clothes and find some lounge pants. After that if I managed to keep myself awake I wanted a cup of Mrs. Flower's warm tea and then I wanted to sleep for a very long time.

If it wasn't for the jolt from the gravel drive up leading to boarding house, I probably would have remained asleep until Elena woke me up to go inside. Fortunately my nap had revived me somewhat and I was able to climb the stairs and fall onto my bed but that was as far as my body would let me go. I lay there until I heard Elena's soft foot falls coming down the hall and pushing my door open before trying to raise my head and speak.

"Elena it hurts," my voice came out scratchy and a bit desperate as I pleaded with her to make it go away, because by now the cramps had returned.

"Shh Damon I know. It's alright here let me help you get undressed and then I can give you something to help." Elena tried to soothe me to little avail.

I nodded my consent as Elena unzipped my jacket pulling it from my body before sliding her hands under the damp cotton t-shirt as she lifted it over my head. I blushed as I hear the clinks of metal as Elena undid my belt and worked on sliding my jeans over my toned legs and tossed them, along with my socks into the pile of clothes lying in a corner on my bedroom floor. I know Elena didn't mean to make me cold but being almost naked was not exactly pleasant right now and she couldn't get my lounge pants on fast enough before I start to shiver along with my poorly controlled shaking. Elena tossed my down comforter over my shoulders as I burrowed into the warmth because right now that I all that I could really do. Just as I started to get comfortable the cool sensation in my stomach shifted and started to build from cool to cold and then from there to an icy feeling that seemed to weigh my stomach down all the way until it was so cold it was burning and I felt the urge to vomit. I struggled to sit up throwing the blanket off of me and sprinted to the bathroom with a sudden surge of energy I wasn't aware that I had. I fell onto my knees and began to retch horribly nothing coming out but instead the cold syrup finding its way back into my throat. It felt like I couldn't breathe and I struggle for air but the syrup had created a bubble and no air was coming in. I could feel myself sobbing, the tears pouring down my cheeks as the bathroom door crashed open and Elena was by my side wiping my face and leading me back to bed. I collapsed on the bed letting the dark black swallow me.