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CHARLIE WAS UPSTAIRS AT THE SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE. Damon and Elena were arguing while she and Jeremy observed, sitting on the bed with their fingers intertwined. They had no clue how long this whole veil thing was going to last, so there was no way that she was leaving his side. He was completely okay with that too.
"Come on, we don't need the cure for Silas — he's a calcified statue," Damon told her before groaning uncontrollably. Everyone looked up at him with concerned looks, wondering if some random ghost of someone he slept with had come back and punched him or something.
Elena looked at him suspiciously, glancing between him and the spot on his shoulder that he had just barely brushed before immediately yanking his hand back down, not wanting anyone to know what was wrong. "What was that?"
"Nothing," he responded, trying to play it off and continue the conversation. They had bigger things to worry about than whatever was causing him pain. However, they would have a big problem on their hands if Damon died. Stefan would blame himself and either just be depressed or turn off his humanity. Then, the same thing would happen to Elena, and it was just this whole thing.
She rolled her eyes, not believing him. "Take off your shirt."
"Elena, there are children present," he joked, gesturing to the two teenagers behind them on the bed who were just sitting there and not saying anything. They were just enjoying the show. It was funny watching the two argue.
"Fine," the Gilbert girl responded, and she pulled the collar of his shirt down to reveal a huge, infected wound on his shoulder. He cringed in pain, also upset that she figured out his secret. "Damon, why isn't this healed?"
Damon sighed, and he looked down at his feet like he really did not want to say what it was. He did not have to say anything for Charlie to know what it was. She had seen a good number of werewolf bites in her day. He responded, "Because the bullet was laced with werewolf venom, okay? The hunters are dicks."
"We need Klaus. We need his blood," Elena groaned out, and she began pacing back and forth with stress in her eyes. Damon could not die. All of them knew that because the Gilbert girl had just turned her humanity back on, and another loss would break her. They would not know how to pull her back after that.
