Damon opened his eyes, but couldn’t see a thing. He tried to get up, but couldn’t move. “Elena?” Then he realized Elena was in the room next to his, probably fast asleep, so she wouldn’t hear him. He felt a sudden weight on the bed, but couldn’t rotate his head to check who it was that was crawling towards him. But it was Elena. Of course it was Elena. Who else would it be? She hooked her fingers in his and cuddles her face in his neck. He felt her warm breath on his cold flesh.
“I can’t move” Damon said hoarse.
“Sssh…Everything’s going to be fine”
Damon’s eyes widened and he started sweating. “Go away” he said trembling.
“I need your help, Damon” Bonnie whispered in his ear.
“Leave me alone” Damon said, trying to lift his arm so he could push Bonnie away.
“I can’t go” Bonnie said. “I’m stuck. I need you to get me out”
“I don’t give a fuck about what kind of shit you’re in. I’m not helping you. You can rot in hell for all I care” Damon said bitter. He closed his eyes. “Please, be gone” he mumbled. He opened his eyes again. Bonnie was now sitting on top of him. Last time she’d done that she had looked smug and vicious. Now she looked angry, but scared as well.
“Listen to me, Damon. Something bad is coming and you’re going to need me. You and Elena. Please, help me, so I can help you”
“I tried to kill you” Damon said. “Why would I care if you die?”
“You don’t” Bonnie agreed. “But you have to look further than that. This is about more than you and me”
She reached her hands out and Damon, expecting pain, moaned. “Sssh, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need you to see” She placed her hands on his temples.
“Damon! Damon, wake up!”