All My Agony Fades
Away
By:
Sam
CATEGORY: Drabble
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S NOTES: For myfoolishheart.
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Her leg is throbbing. She gasps, dirt filling her mouth, and then closes her eyes and listens as the fight continues around her. The tree at her back is wet from the morning rain, but it is steady against her spine and she holds onto that feeling, attempts to push the pain to the back of her mind.
After several thuds make the ground shudder beneath her, warm hands are framing her face and Damon is saying her name over and over, panic so apparent in his voice that it makes her heart stutter.
Elena opens her eyes and laughs shakily. “I did what you said this time,” she murmurs. “You can’t scold me for trying to play the hero.” He sighs and kisses her forehead roughly, skimming her body for injuries. “My leg,” she tells him firmly. She moves to sit up and he immediately wraps an arm around her waist.
“What happened?” he asks. He runs his hand over her calf and she hisses, jerking her leg away from the touch. The wound flares up at the movement and she closes her eyes, suddenly dizzy. Damon rubs his thumb against her back slowly. “Elena. Can you hear me?”
“I’m fine,” she groans. “One of them shot at me, but I think he only grazed it.”
He seems to pale at the words, which is oddly funny. She watches him as he carefully tugs at the material of her jeans, separating them from her skin as well as he can. She bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but keeps her leg still.
After a minute he sighs and sits back on his knees. “He barely missed you.”
“She,” Elena corrects him. He looks at her sharply and she shrugs. “I’m just saying.”
He rolls his eyes and then rolls up the sleeve of his jacket and bites down on his wrist. She makes a face when he holds it out to her and he pushes his free hand into her hair, locking eyes with her. “The hospital will ask awkward questions.”
“I know,” she says softly. He continues to stare at her until she rolls her eyes and leans forward, lapping up the small trickle of blood on his skin and then drinking, deeply, until the pain disappears. She breaks away with a gasp and watches as the last bit of skin stitches itself up, still fascinated with the sight.
Damon leans forward and pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. Elena breathes him in and returns the embrace, clinging to his leather jacket and crawling forward until she’s comfortably in his lap.
“I guess dating a vampire has certain perks,” she teases. He huffs a laugh against her hair, but his grip doesn’t loosen. She smiles and lets him hold her until the frantic pounding in her ears turns into something less fear-ridden.
** The End **
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