Elena and Damon were lying on Elena’s bed, Elena’s head on Damon’s chest. She was asleep, but Damon was wide awake. He was waiting for a phone call from the hospital to tell them they had find a donor. Though Elena would never want Jeremy to go through with it, Damon would do anything to make sure Jeremy didn’t change his mind.
He was brought back to the real world when Elena’s phone buzzed. He picked it up from the pedestal cupboard and answered it.
“What?” he asked.
“I did the test” Jeremy started careful.
“And?” Damon asked, though he could hear by Jeremy’s tone it wasn’t good news.
“We have the same blood type” Jeremy continued and Damon could hear him swallow.
“Cut to the chase, please?” Damon demanded annoyed and tensed.
“We’re not compatible” Jeremy ended. “I can’t be a donor. Something about-”
But Damon could no longer listen. He hung up and woke Elena.
She opened her eyes difficult and stared wondering at Damon. “What?” she mumbled tired.
“We have to go back” Damon said agitated.
“Why?” Elena mumbled, while Damon lifted her in his arms. He carried her out of the room and outside.
“I should’ve never taken you away” Damon said, mad at himself. “It was stupid and reckless. It was my biggest mistake ever”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself” Elena said, her eyes closed. “I wanted to get out of there”
Damon sniffed. “Well, you’re not getting out of there anymore”
He looked over his shoulder at the backseat, where he had laid Elena down. “Not until you’re healthy again”
“So, what, you’re going to lock me up in my hospital room?”
“And guard you with my life, if I have to” Damon said deadly serious. He started the engines and raced away.