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"Carter!" A deep voice yells, causing me to groan. I can hear footsteps running up my porch steps, then a hand touching my neck before lifting it in their arms. The smell of Stefan's cologne hits my nose as he carries me inside. "Can you hear me?" I nod my head in response before feeling the softness of my couch under me.
"Does anything hurt?"
"M-my throat and head." I groan. My throat is dry from how hard I was screaming bloody murder, and my head still feels like it's splitting into two. "Herbs in...cabinet... put in tea." I hear Stefan rush away to make the tea my mom always gave me when I get terrible headaches. After a couple of moments, I feel him lifting me slightly and the cement mug getting placed on my lips, the warm honey taste flowing down my throat instantly. The effects are starting to kick in. The headache and pain in my throat were going away, but there was a stinging pain in my eyes now.
Bitch probably left a nail in there.
Stefan takes the mug when I finish it. I feel a warm towel over my eyes and then my cheeks. "What happen to you?"
"Some crazy bitch put her damn fingers in my eyeballs." I growl as he moves the towel. It helped with the pain in my eyes, so I started to open them slowly so Stefan could check and see if there was any more damage. I blink a couple of times as everything looks blurry with colors? There's a figure in front of me, and I tilt my head in confusion.
"Carter, your eyes aren't grey anymore... they're green!" Stefan says, shocked. "A meadow green like your mom's."
I keep blinking my eyes until the blurriness disappears, and I can see my front room. Wait... I can see my front room! I look down at my grey suede coach with the grey pillows against the armrest. I run my hand over it, looking at my brown skin and french tip nails.
Oh, it's time to get my nails done.
"Carter?" Stefan says softly, causing me to whip my head towards him. He's sitting right across from me on the coffee table, deep-set forest green eyes staring at me.
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