Hidden | Elijah Mikaelson |

1.3 The Other Side

I woke up to both Elijah and Klaus staring at me, each from their respective corners of the room. When they heard me stirring in bed, both of them swarmed around me, wearing concerned looks. I tried to sit up, but my stomach flared with so much pain that I laid back down to get some relief.

"How are you feeling?" Elijah asked me.

"I'm alive," I lazily smiled. I didn't know how, but I was still breathing. And as much as it hurt right now, I had to be thankful for that.

"Don't scare us like that again," Klaus shook his head at me, pacing the room.

I raised my eyebrows, "Hold on. Were you worried about me?"

"Of course. If you died, who else would constantly annoy me?" He wondered sarcastically. It was weird, but it felt kind of nice knowing that someone as emotionally stunted as Klaus was concerned about me.

"Nope, I think it's because you are secretly in love with me," I teased him.

"Have your injuries caused you to go delusional?" Klaus huffed.

"What happened to the others?" I ignored him and looked at Elijah, remembering everyone else in the bayou that could've been hurt by the second round of explosions.

"Many of them weren't as lucky as you. Including Eve," he answered in a sad voice.

I felt my shoulders deflate. I liked Eve. She didn't deserve this. None of them did. Maybe what Klaus was doing with the werewolves wasn't bad after all. They needed a way to protect themselves.

"I have some other bad news," Klaus sighed, his tone turning more serious than usual. "Father Kieran has died."

My eyes started to tear up. Not because I personally knew him, but because of Cami. She had already lost her brother and now her uncle. She didn't have any family left.

"There's a memorial for him today. Klaus will give her your condolences," Elijah informed me softly.

I shook my head and gathered up all my strength to sit up, ignoring the burning in my stomach. "I'm going. She needs me there," I told him.

"You need to rest," Elijah reminded me, trying to get me to lay back down.

"No." I bit my lip to keep from crying and looked at him. "I have to be there for her."

"One day won't hurt," Klaus spoke up from across the room. I was glad he was here to back me up. I knew Elijah was just worried about me and wanted me to get better, but Cami was my best friend and I knew that she needed someone by her side to get her through this. I couldn't let this stupid injury keep me from helping her when she needed it the most, because I knew if the situation was reversed, she wouldn't hesitate.

Elijah sighed but gave in and nodded when he realized I wasn't budging. He helped me up and into the bathroom so I could shower and get ready for the funeral. He gave me my privacy and told me he'd find a dress of Rebekah's I could wear while I showered. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up as I stood in front of the mirror, examining my naked body.

There were small bruises all over my legs and arms where I had hit the ground and a large scar from where the shrapnel had cut me. I remember Elijah giving me his blood, so I wasn't sure why it didn't heal me all the way. Maybe my injuries were so severe that they didn't work? I was still new to all of this so that's the simplest explanation I could come up with.

I noticed the bathroom was starting to fog up and got into the hot shower, sighing in relief as the water hit my sore muscles. I scrubbed my skin hard, trying to get all the dirt and dried blood off and wash away yesterday's memories. I just wanted it to be over.