the Mystic Falls Sisters

Luna's POV

Flashes of light. I was in a car. In a car with. No, that was impossible. I was in a car with my parents and Sun. They were laughing, but I just sat there confused. We were driving on a bridge when my dad somehow lost grip of the steering wheel and drove off of the bridge into the freezing water.

I started shaking, uncontrollably. It. Was. So. Cold. But then a sudden warmth overflew me and I heard a song. A song that was all too familiar. My mom used to sing it as a lullaby to me when I had my anxiety attacks as a child. It comforted me and while listening to the song I let all my worries slip off of my shoulders and I was okay for a bit.

Moments later when the song had stopped I woke up again. I was connected to several monitors all monitoring and measuring different things and was laying in a hospital bed. I remembered: I had to have surgery. I looked across the room and saw Sun sleeping on Klaus' lap holding hands. When did the two of them happen? I tried to produce a smile as best as I could, but it hurt a lot. Klaus smiled back and carefully waved, so he wouldn't wake Sun.

Damon was fast asleep beside me, still holding onto my hand. I was relieved and happy to have him with me. He managed to make me less scared, as if everything was going to be alright after all. I still felt so tired, more than I have felt in days so I permitted myself to fall asleep again.

The next morning the doctors dismissed me from the hospital. I was making rapid progress and everything was looking fine. My body still ached with every move I made, but at least I could go home. I grabbed every balloon, flower, card and stuffed animal that was on the nightstand. I had been in the hospital for how long? Not even two days or the Mikaelson's had already bought the whole gift store.

When we got home Sun made my bed upstairs and Damon carefully carried me up the stairs and laid me down on the bed. I was grateful for Sun allowing all this, but I could see she wasn't happy about it. Damon sat down on the chair that was still standing where it had stood the night before.

I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I was still drugged up by the narcotics and felt very talkative. So I talked and talked and talked about the most random things you could imagine that probably made no sense whatsoever, but Damon kept nodding politely while widely grinning.

The door opened and Kol stormed in. Apparently he had been on a hunt when all this happened and he had only heard from it now. That's what I made up from his quickly explained apology at least. He saw Damon and immediately gritted his teeth. Damon stood up and walked away, not even looking back at me. "Stay," I mumbled, knowing he'd still be able to hear it. "I can't, sorry." He said coldly. I sat up deciding not to let him go.

"I said stay!" I exclaimed. It took a lot of effort for me to produce this much volume and ended up pretty much coughing my lungs out, anyhow that's how it felt. On this Damon turned around and looked pained. Eventually he approached me again, took another chair and sat next to me. Kol looked mad as he claimed both my hands and Damon just sat there.