Perfect Match

Chapter 16

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"You know, we've been getting fan mail sent to the house," Jenna laughed, shaking her head. "You and Stefan are famous now."

Jeremy, who was sitting at the counter eating out of a bag of chips nodded. "There are already petitions on twitter to get you guys back together. It's kind of funny actually."

Elena's eyes widened. "Really? That's insane."

Jenna nodded. "Mmhmm. Too bad you and Stefan broke up. You guys were cute." The words were casual coming from her aunt's mouth, but they made Elena's heart flutter.

"Really? You think so?" she asked, trying to hide her smile. She discreetly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced down at her phone, expecting to read a simple yet sweet goodnight text from Stefan. But her phone had no new messages. Huh. She furrowed her brows in confusion.

Maybe his phone died, she told herself, swearing she wouldn't turn into one of those obsessive girlfriends. For some reason though, she couldn't shake the uneasiness in her stomach. Perhaps the excitement of the past few weeks was catching up with her.

She chatted with Jeremy and Jenna for a few more minutes, until she announced that she was going to bed. Lugging up the stairs with her big suit case, she let out a sigh of relief once she was finally in her room again.

Nothing had changed; her teddy bear was in the exact same place it had always been, and the photos of her parents on the dresser remained untouched. Smiling to herself, she strutted over to the bed and fell against it.

After a few quiet and serene moments, her phone started to vibrate in her pocket, causing her to grin. It was about time Stefan finally sent her something.

Not even bothering to look at the caller ID, Elena laughed and instantly pressed the answer button. "What took you so long?" she questioned playfully, rolling onto her stomach.

"Elena, it's Damon."

Her body flooded with confusion. "Damon? Why are you..."

He interrupted her without even hearing her question. "It's Stefan. I figured you'd want to know since you're all he ever talks about and he's gonna want to see you when he wakes up." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but she could that what he was talking about was extremely urgent. Elena felt her stomach drop.

"When he wakes up? What does that..."

"If he's not awake already. I bet it's nothing too bad." She could recognize the self-assurance in Damon's voice, an odd thing in itself, and it gave her chills. Something bad was happening. Something very bad.

"Damon!" she demanded. "Where the hell are you?"

"Driving to the hospital," he answered, voice full of aggravation. She clearly was the last person he wanted to be talking to. "There was an accident."

Then, he hung up. He just hung up on her.

Elena bit back her horrified tears.

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Damon rushed into the Emergency Room, ignoring the confused looks he received from the waiting patients. He rushed to the front desk, immediately demanding, "Where is he?"

The woman, who was typing away on her computer, slowly stopped to glance up at him through her thick glasses. "Name please?"

Damon glared. "Salvatore. Stefan Salvatore. He was in a car crash. Where is he? I'm pretty sure you're the one who called me in the first damn place," he snapped.

The woman's brown eyes instantly dulled at the mention, and it gave Damon a terrible, shuddering feeling. "Visitors are allowed into emergency surgeries."