New York || Damon Salvatore [1]

Chapter Twenty-One

1977 — Manhattan, New York

   He had been at the hospital for most of the day, in the waiting room with his hands clasped together And worry filling every inch of his system. Whenever a doctor came out, he would stand. When the doctor passed him, he would sit back down and continue to anxiously wait for the next doctor to come out. It was a constant cycle of worrying about each doctor that came out and came towards him, until they either continued past him or went to a other person that sat in the waiting room.

   "I brought you coffee," said a voice, their hand pushing a cup of coffee in his direction.

   Damon looked down at the hand; the nails painted a shiny black colour, a ring on their fourth finger from their thumb. He grabbed the cup of coffee, but then grabbed the hand with his other hand and laid a gentle kiss on their knuckles. The owner of the hand took a seat besides him and pressed themselves to their side, their chin on his shoulder.

   "It's going to be all right," she softly said.

   "Four hours have passed," Damon sighed, looking down at the cup of coffee in his hand. "No doctor has come out to tell me that he's fine."

   "Did they call Betty?"

   "She's stuck at the Brooklyn Bridge," he said. "Accident and construction."

   "Damon, he'll be fine," she softly said, reassuring him as much as she could. "Nothing will happen to me."

   The vampire left out a small laugh, almost sounding like a scoff. "You're so sure of it," he hummed. "How can you be so sure of it?"

   Freya pursed her lips lightly and shrugged her shoulders. "I have a feeling."

   "You always have a feeling," he mused, shaking his head. He looked at her. At that moment, just like every other time, his breath caught in his throat when his eyes met hers. Green. A beautiful green that was so unique to him. It became his favourite colour. Yes, green had become Damon Salvatore's favourite colour. 

   "What can I say?" she grinned. "I believe Robert will be okay." She leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on his lips, just long enough for her to take his mind off things. When she pulled away, they came back.

   While working on a car, Robert Belcher suffered a heart attack. It was sudden, out of nowhere, and it happened all while he was under a car. Damon had luckily heard it, the whimpers and the soft gasping for breath. At first, he thought something was attacking him, but when he arrived he saw the man struggling underneath the car. He pulled him back, tried to ask what was wrong, and when he got no answer, he yelled for someone to call 911. Someone did, but he didn't know who it was, just that everyone was trying to keep the old man from dying. Damon was almost tempted to feed him his blood, but then he thought about what would Robert thing. Would he want to be a vampire? Would he want to live forever as an old man? The vampire thought best that he'd give Robert Belcher his own choice, to die a human or to become someone like him.

   A doctor walked out, her surgery scrubs lightly dressed in blood and a tired look in her eyes. She stopped in front of him, then slowly smiled. "He's fine," she said. "There wasn't any complications during the surgery."

   Damon let out a breath of relief. "So, he's okay?"

   The doctor nodded. "He's fine," she repeated. "Although it was an emergency surgery, he's fine."

   "Do you know what happened?" Freya asked, taking a stand next to Damon. "What made him have the heart attack?"

   "They can occur out of nowhere," the doctor said, glancing from Freya to Damon. "Normally it's because a section of the heart muscle suddenly becomes blocked and the heart can't get oxygen. Most happen out of as a result of coronary heart disease; it's when plaque builds up inside of the coronary artery. The condition is called atherosclerosis, and the buildup of the plaque occurs over the years." She looked at Damon. "Do you know if he has had his heart checked before?"