Blind Trust ☼ TVD [2] {On Hold}

{18} In Sickness and in Health

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TO SAY THAT THIS LAST WEEK has been horrendous is an understatement. Elena is literally dead-set on finding Klaus and sacrificing herself (as well as taking me down with her), Stefan and Damon are hiding the connection that I have with Mikaelsons from me (or at least, that's what Killer Katherine said), I was locked in a tomb with two lovers-to-enemies, and now Rose has been bitten by a werewolf in the night. The first woman in decades I allowed myself feelings for and she's withering away right in front of my eyes... All I have done is tend to her needs, my maternal instincts coming in full force.

I sat in the library beside Rose, holding her hand. She looked like a human would when they have a cold. Rose had sweat on her face and her eyes looked tired. I sat with her all night, holding her, consoling her. She told me stories of her youth and vampire life, and it occurred to me just how lucky I am to have my nifty little ring. I have three spelled pieces of jewelry, one of the Salvatore crest (which I wear currently), one ring made by Nikitta, and the bracelet. I know I could've given them to any vampire who needed them or at least let anyone borrow them. But, this is where I choose to be selfish. If those are lost, my only remembrance of Nikitta is gone with it. However... As Rose sits beside me, never feeling the warmth of day... I find that my selfishness could've saved her. Or at least brought warmth to her.

Damon walked in and both Rose and I looked up. It was astounding how much he cared for Rose. Throughout the night he aided me in keeping her comfortable. He showed he truly had a heart and cared for another person. I don't know why, but seeing this nurturing side of Damon has felt like cold lemonade on a summer day: refreshing. A pang of jealousy swept through me for a moment, something I couldn't control. He truly did care for her... And she for him. Oddly enough, the jealousy is feeling less and less like it's towards Damon... But I don't have feelings for-

My thoughts were cut off by Rose finally speaking. The first words she's said this morning since she woke up. "I was born in 1450, that makes me 560 years old," Rose said softly.

"Well, if you were a bottle of wine..." Damon joked half-heartedly to her. I liked that he wanted to keep her positive and laughing through all of this.

"So I can die. I've lived long enough," Rose said, looking between the two of us.

"You know, if you're gonna be morn, I'm just gonna kill you myself just to put me out of your misery," Damon quipped, pouring some blood into a glass for our sick Rose.

"You've not lived nearly enough as you deserve to," I said softly, taking the glass from Damon and handing it to her. "Drink," I commanded gently, pulling her hair from her face, "According to an admittedly unreliable legend... Blood heals."