Though visiting jam was long over, it didn’t stop Stefan from sneaking into Elena’s bedroom. Elena had fallen asleep shortly after Bonnie had left. Stefan had expected Damon to be in the room, but Elena happened to be alone.
Stefan walked to the tempat tidur and sank down on it. Elena, sensing his stare, opened her eyes and frowned.
“Stefan?” she asked sleepy.
“It’s okay. Go back to sleep” Stefan hushed, regretting he woke her.
“No” Elena moaned and she sat up difficult. “I’m up” She cast him a faint, tired smile. “I’m glad anda came”
“I had to come and see you, but I didn’t want to bother anyone” Stefan explained. “Where’s Damon? I figured he’d be here”
Elena shrugged. “He’s wandering around the hospital somewhere…Probably getting drunk” she mumbled, pretending not to care, but Stefan knew better.
“What happened?” Stefan asked.
“Why? What makes anda think something happened?” Elena shrugged again, but cautiously looking away from her ex-boyfriend.
“Elena, don’t insult me” Stefan replied calm.
“Okay” Elena sighed, giving in. “Damon is mad at me, because I refuse to drink his blood”
Elena had expected half and half for Stefan to be furious. Damon feeding Elena his blood had always been a nerve from the past. But this time he stayed rather calm.
“I was wondering when that was going to happen” was all he said.
“You’re not mad at him?” Elena asked, a little surprised and also a bit disappointed. Wasn’t anyone on her side?
“Mad? Because he tries to save the woman he loves? Elena, if I were in his shoes, I’d probably be forcing anda to drink right now” Stefan answered. “This time we don’t have an elixir to bring anda back to life. If anda die now, it’s for good”
“Yeah, I know that” Elena snapped irritated. “You’ll all have to let me go, eventually”
“Are anda ready to let any of us go?” Stefan fired back. “Jeremy? Caroline? Bonnie? Damon? Letting go goes both ways, Elena. If anda die, we’ll lose you, but you’ll lose all of us. Are anda ready for that?”
Elena understood that Stefan meant well, nevertheless she turned her back on him. Stefan stood and walked out of the room.
Why didn’t anyone understand where she was coming from? Was she such a bad person for wanting to die, for wanting to give up?
Stefan walked to the tempat tidur and sank down on it. Elena, sensing his stare, opened her eyes and frowned.
“Stefan?” she asked sleepy.
“It’s okay. Go back to sleep” Stefan hushed, regretting he woke her.
“No” Elena moaned and she sat up difficult. “I’m up” She cast him a faint, tired smile. “I’m glad anda came”
“I had to come and see you, but I didn’t want to bother anyone” Stefan explained. “Where’s Damon? I figured he’d be here”
Elena shrugged. “He’s wandering around the hospital somewhere…Probably getting drunk” she mumbled, pretending not to care, but Stefan knew better.
“What happened?” Stefan asked.
“Why? What makes anda think something happened?” Elena shrugged again, but cautiously looking away from her ex-boyfriend.
“Elena, don’t insult me” Stefan replied calm.
“Okay” Elena sighed, giving in. “Damon is mad at me, because I refuse to drink his blood”
Elena had expected half and half for Stefan to be furious. Damon feeding Elena his blood had always been a nerve from the past. But this time he stayed rather calm.
“I was wondering when that was going to happen” was all he said.
“You’re not mad at him?” Elena asked, a little surprised and also a bit disappointed. Wasn’t anyone on her side?
“Mad? Because he tries to save the woman he loves? Elena, if I were in his shoes, I’d probably be forcing anda to drink right now” Stefan answered. “This time we don’t have an elixir to bring anda back to life. If anda die now, it’s for good”
“Yeah, I know that” Elena snapped irritated. “You’ll all have to let me go, eventually”
“Are anda ready to let any of us go?” Stefan fired back. “Jeremy? Caroline? Bonnie? Damon? Letting go goes both ways, Elena. If anda die, we’ll lose you, but you’ll lose all of us. Are anda ready for that?”
Elena understood that Stefan meant well, nevertheless she turned her back on him. Stefan stood and walked out of the room.
Why didn’t anyone understand where she was coming from? Was she such a bad person for wanting to die, for wanting to give up?
