"Well clearly Camille doesn't have time." Klaus' voice is filled with irritation.
"Yeah...I still don't get whats wrong with her." Stefan's voice is slow and soothing.
"Well apart from the fact that she's wrapped up like a mummy in bandages." Damons voice cuts through the air...but in a nice way. "Has she got a cut or something?"
Klaus pauses. "Of sorts." I drift back into unconciousness.
...
I become aware that I am not in Klaus' arms anymore, but on a bed. I open my eyes to see Damons peircing blue ones staring back at me.
"Ah!" I meekly mumble. Damon chuckles, showing is gleaming white teeth.
"Well that was a pathetic scream." I manage a small smile and try and sit up a bit.
"AHH!" I yell, clutching my stomach. Tears form in the corner of my eyes. The pain is unbearable, like being ripped open.
"Hey, hey, hey." Damon's hands are on my shoulders, gently loweting me back down onto my pillows. He walks across the room and grabs some blankets which he folds up. He zooms back towards me gently lifting up my head with one hand, and softly put the blankets behind my head. "You alright?" The pain has passed now, but I am still shaking. He gently rubs my shoulders. I am surprised by his kindness.
"I thought you were the..." I struggle to find the words. "Less caring one?" He smiles.
"Yeah well when you meet the one you change for them and El-" He becomes fixated on the blankets covering me. I look down and see that the white duvet a red lake is forming.
"Oh no..." I mumble. "I'm so sorr-" Damon waves off the apology.
"How bad is it really? The wound?" I open my mouth but nothing comes out. He sighs and rips the blankets off me. I feel no change in temperature and put my hand to my forehead, it's scalding. He gently lifts up the sopping mess that is my top and examines the bandages. "Will this hurt that much if I take it off?" I shrug, bracing myself. "Okay, one. Two- "
"ARGH!" I pant heavily. My vision blacks out for a second.
"Oh my god." I look down to Damon.
"That bad still?" He looks at me paling.
"Cami!" He breathes. Then he zooms off into another room. I wait a few seconds before he comes back holding roll and upon roll of banages. Suddenly I am aware that it is only us.
"Where's Klaus? Or Stefan?" He looks at me as he unwraps the bandages.
"Stefan didn't want to be around the blood and Klaus said he had somewhere to be, whatever the hell that means." I frown. It's not very like Klaus just to hand me over. "Would you mind if I called my friend? She'd be interested in this." I nod.
"I don't mind I guess." Damon starts to get out hid phone. "How bad is it?" He looks at me momentarily confused. Then it clicks.
"I don't know how you're alive." I breathe out slowly. He reaches out and pats my shoulder. He walks out of the room and I can hear him dialling someone. I wonder who.
