Before You Were Mine

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Aww, you guys. I had writers guilt for leaving the story where I did. So, I'm hoping this little update will make up for that.

P.S. You'll need tissues for your tears..

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Before You Were Mine- Chapter Twelve

-Elena-

The drive up to the area hospital where they are at feels like it's taken six hours instead of the usual four hours that it takes to get up to this part of town. We're all silent, Bonnie's been clutching Caroline's hand the whole way up and I've been anxiously looking out the window. It's a little past 6:30 in the morning and I'm still sleepy, still trying to comprehend what's going on.

"Bonnie, please tell us that they're going to be okay." I plead, in a low voice, a part of it cracking at the end of my sentence.

She turns her head to me. Her darkened eyes are full of tears as they glaze over and she shuts them tightly, allowing the warm liquid to run down her cheeks. "I don't know, Elena. All Damon said was that they were in an accident and it's not good. I swear to you that if I knew more. I'd say something." She says, squeezing my hand and sighing out a breath.

The rest of the drive is fairly silent too, the only sound being heard is the humming sound of Caroline's small 4 door light green colored Toyota Camry. Until I glance up to see the bright hospital lights and Caroline's broken voice speaks. "I'm going to drop the two of you off here and I'm going to park the car." She says, pulling over into the ER entrance and watching as Bonnie and I step out of her car. My head turns back around to catch a glimpse of her. Her hands are shaking and her eyes are filled to the brim with unshed tears. I know what she's going to do. I know it, because I've been feeling the same way since Bonnie told us a little bit about what was happening.

"Let's go." Bonnie urges on, wrapping her arm around my waistline and leaning her head against my shoulder as we both walk into the hospital. There are a line of firemen, some faces that look familiar and others that neither of us have ever seen before. A woman's wailing sobs are heard as she clutches a picture of her missing daughter and shouts at the nurses passing by. "Tell me that she's alive! Please, tell me that my baby girl is still alive. She's from firehouse 57!" She screams, rocking back in forth in the plastic chair and crying over the picture of her daughter.

I swallow the lump in my throat, hearing Bonnie softly whisper that she's going to go in search of Patrick and ask him where to find Damon. I nod at her, feeling her release her arm from around me and walk down the north side of the building. My voice is raw, my lungs filled to a burning capacity with air as I walk into the receptionist and information center, searching for him. "Stefan Salvatore. I'm looking for-." My dry mouth can't even get the rest out in time before the receptionist tells me to take a step back from her desk. I'm paralyzed with fear and all the thoughts racing through my mind at such a rapid speed make me feel dizzy. I can't lose him right now. Because I need more time with him. My thoughts are jumbled as she lowers her black thick glasses to the tip of her nose and glances up at me over the rims, finally speaking.

"I'm sorry. But, only immediate family is allowed to see him at the moment." She informs me, scanning the list in front of her with her dark blue finger nails, pursing her lips together while she clears her throat.

"Please, he came in with the rest of the squad from firehouse 17 that was injured late last night. Please, he's my boyfriend." I lie to her with a begging tone, watching as her nose crinkles at my voice. "I'm sorry, young lady. But, I said only immediate family. Girlfriends, don't count." She says with a strict voice and waves me off.