AN: Song for this chapter: The Man Who Sold The World
Years pass in an odd time lapse. She wonders if her voice will work when she wakes. She still has a concept of time, but it all seems to blur together. One day, Elijah comes in with his hand in hers, tight. She's distantly worried about her fingers, she can almost really feel her hand-and he sighs deeply.
"Jeremy has dementia." He tells her. Matt was closest to Jeremy, and he kept Elijah fairly informed on the younger Gilbert. Matt had called him when Jeremy started ranting about vampires. He had to erase that part of his memories, he tells Elena. He might go mad otherwise. He tells her that he still knows she's alive, in a coma. Someday, he sighs, he'll give him back the memories, so she can see him and talk to him. When she wakes up. The next day will mark forty one years of her coma, he tells her. It'd make her head spin if she knew she had one. She hopes Jeremy is okay. Caroline visits occasionally, and one Sunday Elijah tells her he's moving to see her everyday, he hopes it's okay. Half of her memories are just Elijah at this point, she welcomes it.
She's never asleep. She never wants to sleep again, she's terrified that she'll have nightmares or miss something, or worse-she won't wake up again.