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Reunion

The recently opened door lay waste on the cold clean white floor of my hospital room. The one at fault had opened it with such strength that it had fallen off its hinges, the glass shattering into tiny pieces and leaving a door sized dent in the wall in its wake.

A red headed woman stood in the doorway, her eyes boring into the mans above me, who's arms were around me and who's lap I resided in. I looked between the two of them. The woman's green eyes held love, excitement and pure happiness. Finn's held much the same except I could see the evident shock at the appearance of this mystery woman. For a moment they just stared at one another. It was like I wasn't even there, they were in their own little bubble and the population of which could only be one.

"Finn?" The woman said hopefully. They were clearly past lovers by the way they stared at each other, like soul mates. I could almost taste acid as I felt myself grow bitter.

"Sage," he replied and she smiled in response causing me to scowl.

I was pushed unceremoniously onto my back to the floor, hitting my head quite harshly on the hard tile floor. I felt tears prick in my eyes at the pain the impact had caused but pushed them down quickly, I'd been through much worse. It was just a little bump but it hurt more that it had been Finn that caused it. I sat up slowly, groaning lightly from the ache in my spine at it being moved so quickly after being hit. I looked towards where Finn and I had previously sat, ready to deliver a grand threat, as a joke of course, yet saw no one, so I looked in the direction of 'Sage' as Finn had called her. The sight that greeted me was enough to make me breakdown yet again but I kept myself grounded, I wouldn't let myself be vulnerable in front of a stranger and yet another man who had betrayed my trust. I felt nauseous.

Finn had his arms around her waist as she similarly had hers around his neck, playing with the hairs there, so similarly to the way we had been before she had interrupted, their mouths moulded together and moving together sensually, like repeating an old dance that they both knew perfectly. I looked away not wanting to intrude on such an intimate moment.

Was I that forgettable? I was so stupid to believe him that he held actual feelings towards me, just as I had been with Kol. I can't believe he pushed me off him, so that I could go crashing into the floor, right after declaring his love for me and kissing me, just to make out with another right in front of my very own eyes. Just a minute ago that had been me and Finn, now I pathetically sat on the floor alone. I swear the whole Mikaelson clan just existed to torment myself and my ancestors, I know understand why Katherine was so independent, relying on other people just leads you into a world of pain and suffering.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm and ground myself. I couldn't let them see the pain and anguish that was overtaking me. I looked back towards one of the men I loved and I swear in that moment I felt my heart smash into smithereens. They stood there still in each other's embrace, their foreheads resting upon the others, staring at one another, as though they were having a silent conversation.

I mustered up all the strength I could and cleared my throat. Both pairs of eyes turned to me immediately; the green pair filled with annoyance at being interrupted and the brown filled with regret, however I did not allow my gaze to linger on either of them, trying my best to conceal my emotions. "Despite how touching this is, I will be asking you both to take your leave now, I should rest," I tried my best to keep my emotions from seeping into my words, remaining cold and emotionless, strong.

"Elena," Finn started but I put my hand up, effectively silencing him.

"No Finn. I'm sure you and your companion need to talk and in private preferably. You and I will speak another time. Thank you for staying by me to make sure that I remain in an okay state, I'm sure Klaus will be thankful that you made sure his blood bag stays in safe hands, and for feeding me your blood. As you can see I'm much better now so you can be relieved of your burden. You two clearly have a lot to catch up on. I'm going to see if I can be discharged after I rest and if there's any problems I'll call Elijah," I almost cracked at the end, noticing the way Finn flinched when I said 'blood bag' and 'burden' and at the mention of Elijah, and had to shut my eyes to keep myself from doing so.

I opened my eyes once again once I was sure that I wouldn't cry, and looked Finn right in the eye for the first time since Sage had entered the room. I could tell that he was conflicted and wanted to talk/argue more. His eyes held his regret and sadness yet I didn't feel sorry for him for once. He nodded before the pair sped off together. Into the sunset, I thought bitterly.

Once I was sure I was alone I stood, ignoring the ache from the fall, and walked to the adjoining bathroom of my room. I looked into the mirror and barely recognised myself. My skin was almost grey from blood loss, my eyes red rimmed and bloodshot, and the bags underneath them looked like black eyes. I allowed a few stray tears to fall before finally pulling myself together after having enough of my behaviour.

"You won't cry anymore. You will be strong and you're not going to let yourself get hurt anymore. You're better than that," I stared myself in the eye as I lectured/scolded myself. Then in a fit of rage I punched the mirror and screamed. I continued to kick and punch everything in sight until my hands and wrists were a bloodied mess and at least three bones were broken. I wondered if the siblings felt my pain and suddenly wished they would just so they knew what they'd caused.

I took another deep breath and straightened my clothes before stepping out. A doctor and multiple nurses stood I my room, their eyes wide in fear and shock. Clearly confused about what happened.

I gave them a sickly sweet smile, "I'd like to be discharged."

...

After the doctor had checked my head wound (he called it a 'miracle' to which I scoffed with a roll of my eyes) and bandaged both my hands and wrists (I had broken my right wrist and sprained the other, along with a few broken fingers and knuckles) he finally conceded to give me permission to be discharged, however it had a condition; that someone takes me home and watches over me for the next twenty four hours. Which only left one question. Who to call?

Alaric- Probably drinking at the grill and would lecture me about the company I keep and the harm that had come with it.

Jeremy or Matt- They didn't deserve to be dragged into the supernatural world more than they already had been.

Stefan or Damon- They would lock me away like a princess in a tower and make me think about what I've caused.

Caroline or Bonnie- They would make me talk about it and give me their false sympathy, when I truthfully know that they would like nothing more than for me to leave the supernatural men alone, and I just wasn't ready for that.

Tyler- Was off somewhere trying to break his sire bond from Klaus.

Elijah- Would most definitely ask what had caused me to derail into such a state.

Finn- Busy with Sage.

Kol- Was busy trying to forget about me and to get back at me for denying his affections.

Klaus- Would be adamant I stay in hospital longer or would take me away and take every precaution to ensure I could cause myself no more harm. (Which didn't sound too bad to be honest but I didn't wish to be in close quarters with the Devil himself.)

Which only left one person...a person I hated almost as much as Klaus, and the feeling was most definitely mutual...Rebekah.