The Salvatore brothers sickfics

Damon - bad blood (part two)

Requested by Emma_Carstairs16

Damon wasn't better when he woke up at all. He sat up instantly, breathing heavily, feeling like he had to throw up. Elena was by him immediately, rubbing his back in soothing circles on his back and stroking his hair.

"E-Elena," Damon gasped. "M-My chest... C-can't breathe..."

Damon gasped for air, trying desperately to get air into his lungs. Panic was rising in his chest. Elena kissed his shoulder, telling him to try to stay calm. Panicking wasn't gonna help. Elena rushed downstairs, grabbing a bucket from the kitchen, which Stefan now had left. She went back to Damon's room, seeing that she was too late. Damon had vomited on the floor and was now shaking violently on the bed. She put the bucket on the floor and got some toilet paper from Damon's bathroom. She gently wiped Damon's mouth, feeling his body tremble under her hands.

She wrapped the blanket around him, guiding him to lay down again while she cleaned up the floor. He was watching her miserably, apologizing many times, but she smiled and said that it was okay. It wasn't his fault. Once she had cleaned it all up, she went to Stefan's room, where he was reading a book, and asked him if he could look after Damon while she went to the pharmacy. He nodded and went to Damon's room and Elena left.

When Elena came back with a small plastic bag in her hand, she went to Damon's room and saw Stefan sitting on the bed rubbing Damons back calmly as Damon had finally fallen asleep. She smiled and kneeled next to the bed, rubbing Damon's warm cheeks. He whimpered and opened his eyes.

"Hi," she smiled. "I'm back now. I've got you something to help with the pain. It won't take long for you to get better. You're gonna feel relief soon."

He leaned into her, enjoying her smell. She stroked the back of his head.

"Can you sit up and lean against Stefan?"

Damon nodded and got up with Stefan's help. Stefan hugged him, wrapping his arms around his weak body. Damon's chin rested on Stefan's shoulder and Elena took a small package of injections out of the plastic bag. She read on the package, so she was sure that she wouldn't hurt Damon any further.

"How are you gonna give me medicines, when my face is not turned to you?" Damon asked weakly.

"It's injections," she said while reading. "I don't need your mouth."

Damon whined and Stefan held him tighter. He watched Elena to make sure she had understood everything. She nodded to herself.

"Okay, Damon. It's four injections with different medicines in them okay? Two for each arm. They're different sizes. I'm gonna do the biggest and the smallest in one arm and the middle ones in the other. I'll do the middle ones first." She prepared the first injection, taking hold of Damon's arm. Stefan held him tightly, not knowing what to expect. Damon had never been scared of needles or anything, but in this vulnerable state, he was edgy.

Elena pushed the first needle into Damon's muscle and pressed the plunger. Damon whined and hid his face in Stefan's shoulder. It was quickly over and Elena covered the spot with a bandaid. Stefan rubbed Damons back, whispering soothing words to him.

"The next one is a little bigger," she warned and prepared the next injection. Damon was already whining, but he stopped when she took a hold of his arm again. He held his breath and didn't say anything as the needle was inserted. He hissed as the liquid ran through his veins, but soon relaxed in Stefan's arms again. Elena walked to the other side of the bed and took hold of the Damons arm.

"This is the worst one," she said and Damon mumbled something. She asked him, what he said.

"No more," he repeated. "I don't want anymore."

Elena smiled sadly and looked at Stefan, who nodded and guided Damon's head to his shoulder. Elena pushed the biggest needle through Damon's skin and into the muscle. Damon squirmed and fought against Stefan's strong arms. He started yelling angrily, telling them both to let go of him.

"It's almost done, Damon. You're almost there." Elena said and Stefan tried whispering gentle words to him, but he kept moving. He realized that it was no use but he still didn't stop.

Elena pulled the needle out. Stefan held Damon's tense body in his arms, and Damon leaned into him. Both of them were unsure of Damon's state, but once they heard a small sob, they knew how he was doing.

"Give us a second, Elena. Please?" Stefan asked, making Elena nod and leave the room. She stayed outside the door, hearing every word.

"Hey brother," Stefan said rubbing Damons back. "That was the worst one. You're almost done. We're almost finished."

"It hurt..."

"I know. I know. But you have to get better, and this is how that happens. Thanks to that injection, you'll be back on your feet tomorrow. And after the last one, you'll be able to sleep. And you won't even be able to feel it because it's so small."

Damon sobbed harder, knowing that they weren't done yet. Stefan told Elena to come back in, at he reassuringly whispered to Damon that everything would be okay. Damon didn't move when the last and smallest needle entered his muscle, but when it was all done, Stefan helped him lay down. Stefan also told him how good he had done. And by the next morning, he was feeling better.