The Remembered ✯ Enzo St. John {2}

17 | Scars & Goodbyes

Chapter Seventeen

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I remained unconscious in a hospital bed, at a real hospital, not the Armory, as Damon sat by my side, holding my hand.

Bonnie left several minutes ago to get some cafeteria food, leaving Damon and I alone.

"Cassidy." Damon whispered, expecting me to respond.

"Fine. Be that way. Ignore me." he quietly spoke. "By the way, once whatever crap Enzo gave you is out of your system, and magic works on you again, I'm going to give you my blood and heal you, even though you probably won't need it, okay? I am fully aware that you are the quote unquote 'most powerful being', you've made it pretty clear.."

"But in the meantime, there's something I want you to know." Damon continued, "You are a terrible friend. You know that? Do you have any idea what I'd have to go through if you'd have died today, huh? Not only would your sister have killed me when she wakes up, but I would've experienced years of guilt. Crippling, self-loathing guilt. Not to mention the resentment I'd feel if I was forced to break in a new drinking buddy."

"You're not supposed to die for me, little Gilbert. Neither is my brother. But no matter what I say or how hard I try and drill it into your skulls, you're not going to stop trying." he mumbled, "Which is why I have to take myself out of the equation. It all ends tomorrow. You'll never have to worry about me again."

With that, he lightly kissed my hand, rubbing it over with his thumb.

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My eyes shot open to the sound of my phone ringing, causing me to let out a groan before I picked it up off of the extendable hospital tray.

6 missed calls from Enzo, and he's calling again.

I immediately hit the red button, declining his call as Damon waltzed in, holding a cup of coffee.

"Oh, good, you're up. How are you feeling?" he piped up, pouring some bourbon from a flask into his coffee.

"A lot better, seeing as I can do this." I nodded, my eyes landing on the door, slamming it shut with magic.

"Ooh.." Damon chuckled.

"I'm also completely healed." I proudly smiled. "I guess it just took some time and rest to get those anti-tribrid drugs out of my system. What's got you so cheery?"

"Well, I'm a man with a plan." Damon smirked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Which is...?" I trailed off,

"A secret." Damon affirmed.

"Does it have to do with killing Rayna?" I questioned, throwing my feet off the side of the hospital bed.

"I'll never tell. But..yes." Damon admitted.

"Great. How can I help?" I chirped,

"You can't. This is the Damon only show. It's Damon versus Cray-na." Damon grinned,

"Because that won't get you right back in hell." I spat, narrowing my eyes. "You don't even know how to kill her."

Damon scoffed before my phone rang again, and I slid it off the hospital tray. "But do you know who might?" I offered.

"Don't even think about it." Damon chided, as I hit the 'decline call' button.

"Enzo's been calling me nonstop. Probably to apologize for yesterday." I explained, before my phone started ringing again. "I bet if I go back to the Armory, I can find out more info."