Gabriella Gilbert || Vampire Diaries

Chapter Twenty - Eight

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He waves back, a small smile on his face as I walk away. It suddenly falls. I ignore it, about to open my car door. "Gabby don't—"

    I feel his arms wrap around me before I'm swiftly pulled away from my car. I gasp as my car suddenly lets out a loud boom!

    I fall backward from the affect of the explosion, my stomach burning as I land harshly on the ground. My vision goes dark.

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    The pain in my head forces me to slowly wake up. I can't help but let out a small groan as my eyes slowly open.

    My breath hitches in my throat as I'm faced towards a window I don't recognize. Wait a second. I do know this place. Damon's room.

    I frown. Why am I not at home?

    "Pleasant dreams?" A voice chimes, making me quickly turn around. My side stings, but I ignore it as I face Damon. I let out a sigh of relief, rolling my eyes at him.

    "Way to not be creepy," I deadpan. I slowly sit up, my head still pounding as a small wave of nausea settles in. Must be from when I passed out. "What happened?"

    "What do you think?" He retorts before placing something on the bed between us. I raise an eyebrow at the burnt steering wheel. My burnt steering wheel.

    Oh yeah. My car just happened to explode.

    "My car exploded," I say, remembering how Damon tried to pull me away. "How?"

    "Katherine."

    My eyes narrow at the sound of the bitch's name. Of course she had something to do with this. "She exploded my car?!" I snap, no longer as calm as I was a few moments ago.

    I try to slide off the bed, only to let out a small hiss as my stomach protests. I lift up my shirt, a large, bright red blotch on my side and stomach covers it.

    I poke it lightly, biting my lip as the consequence inflicts itself. Shit! That hurts.

    "You got burned." It isn't a question.

    "Yes," I admit before lowering my shirt. I stand anyway. "Where's the burn cream?"

    "I can get it," he offers, immediately hopping off the bed. I don't stop him as he speeds away.

    Working the second, he's returned with the cream and bandage wraps.

    "Come here," he commands. I obey, only to meet him half way at the end of his bed. I lift my shirt, allowing him to rub some of the burn cream on it. I can't help but give a small smile at the cooling relief it gives. He wraps the wrap around my waist, something I don't see to be necessary, but I don't stop him. I'll let him play doctor. It's cute. He gives a prideful smile. "Done."

    "My hero," I remark kissing him gently.

    "Aw, that's it?" He pouts, "I play doctor on you and all I get is that?"

    I wrap my arms around him, ignoring the protest from my stomach and side as I end up stretching to completely reach him. I pull him down to my level before putting my lips on his. He grabs my hips a little too roughly, aggravating the burn, but I try to ignore it as best as I can.

    Before I know it, my legs are wrapped around his waist, and I'm being hoisted up. That doesn't stop either of us.

    For a few more minutes, it seems like nothing's going to stop us.