TVD imagines/preferences

You almost die

Stefan: Waiting for the cure for werewolf venom was agonizingly painful for both you and Stefan. He loved you dearly, more than he had loved anyone else, and having to watch you wither away while Damon fetched Nicklaus' blood was excruciating.

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There you lay, after a plan gone horribly wrong, your body weak and your mind running circles. You had been bitten by the wolf in the midst of the chaotic brawl that had broken out, and immediately cried out in both pain, and fear. Stefan was by your side in mere seconds; instinctively dropping everything at the sound of your pained scream and rushing to your aid without hesitation. The look that had been plastered over his face was one of complete terror, feeling as if he was going to lose you, which frightened him more than anything else ever had.

He picked you up and sped home without a second thought, constantly checking on you as you flickered in and out of consciousness, his eyebrows knit in worry. And there, by your bedside he had since stayed. Watching anxiously as you broke out into cold sweats, your tired figure practically paralyzed as terror-filled hallucinations played out beneath your heavy eyes.

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He watched over you like a hawk, only stealing quick glances toward his phone every now and then for any further information from Damon about the cure. But so far: nothing.

"Stefan?" You croaked, your hand reaching out to feel for his. He grimaced at how weak your voice sounded, scrunching his eyes closed and tensing his jaw as he tried to drain out the negative conclusions; his mind subconsciously readying for the worst.

"Yeah." He replied, slipping his hand into yours as a small grin crossed your lips at the contact before settling back to the pained expression it had been before, the scene causing a sad smile to appear on Stefan's solemn features.

"Damon will be here soon. You'll take the cure and everything will be okay, I promise." He reassured you, although the reminder was just as much for his own comfort as it was for yours.

"Yeah, I know." You sighed deeply, your eyes weighing down heavily as they began to rest closed.

"He won't be too far away now." He added. But something was different; his voice, the feel of his fingers linked with yours, his entire presence made you shift uncomfortably. Opening your eyes, it was no longer Stefan who was by your bedside, holding your hand and reassuring you that everything was going to be alright. It was the man who had attacked you; the werewolf that had rendered you on the brink of death, and it wad the venom coursing through your veins that made you hallucinate as such.

Your breathing became heavy and erratic, and your eyes- frantic as you ripped your hand out of his and pushed yourself as far away from him as you could, throwing yourself put of the bed and shoving yourself against the wall as a means to get as far away from the man as you could.

"Get away from me!" You screamed fearfully. Stefan's eyes turned to worry and guilt as he stood up and began inching his way toward you.

"y/n, it's me." He assured you, but all you heard was the taunting of the werewolf you thought to be in his place.

"Stefan! Stefan help me! Please!" You shrieked in fear as your voice echoed through the house, alerting Caroline who had been downstairs keeping tabs on Damon's whereabouts. She shot upstairs in an instant and burst into the room to find a scene that broke her heart; You, fearfully cowering away from your beloved boyfriend as he desperately tried to assure you that he was in fact who he said he was, and not the creature that had almost killed you.