Three days later.
Elena was lying on her hospital bed. She felt terrible. She had heard people say the treatment for cancer was a bitch, but she didn’t how much that was true…until now. She felt her stomach turn and climbed out of bed. If it hadn’t been for her sore limps she would’ve run to the bathroom, but now she had to settle for shuffling as fast as her body allowed her to. Once arrived she dropped on her knees and aimed for the toilet.
It seemed an eternity had passed when she withdrew herself from the toilet and jerked off some toilet paper to clean her face. Last time she had been in a situation like this was when she had a hangover and Damon was there to comfort her.
She sought support against the tường and helped herself stand. She walked to the sink, opened the tap and washed her mouth. She loosened her hair and as she did so she felt something silk-ish on her hands. She withdrew her hands and saw brown wisps around her fingers. She brought her hand back and went through her hair. Wisp after wisp fell on her hands and Elena started crying. She sank down on the floor again and leaned against the cupboard.
The door opened and Damon entered her room. He looked from Elena’s empty giường to the open bathroom door. He walked towards it and found Elena on the floor. She hid her face, but her shoulders were shaking and he could hear her sob. He noticed the hair tiếp theo to her and bent through his knees.
“Hey, are bạn okay?” he asked gently and he caressed her hair.
“Don’t look at me. I look awful” Elena sobbed and she pulled away.
“Don’t be silly” Damon đã bình luận softly and he turned Elena’s head to face her. He dried her tears with his thumbs. “You look stunning”
“You say that just to make me feel better” Elena đã đưa ý kiến tired. She let Damon pull her up and she let her head rest on his shoulder. “But I tình yêu bạn for it, anyway”
Elena was lying on her hospital bed. She felt terrible. She had heard people say the treatment for cancer was a bitch, but she didn’t how much that was true…until now. She felt her stomach turn and climbed out of bed. If it hadn’t been for her sore limps she would’ve run to the bathroom, but now she had to settle for shuffling as fast as her body allowed her to. Once arrived she dropped on her knees and aimed for the toilet.
It seemed an eternity had passed when she withdrew herself from the toilet and jerked off some toilet paper to clean her face. Last time she had been in a situation like this was when she had a hangover and Damon was there to comfort her.
She sought support against the tường and helped herself stand. She walked to the sink, opened the tap and washed her mouth. She loosened her hair and as she did so she felt something silk-ish on her hands. She withdrew her hands and saw brown wisps around her fingers. She brought her hand back and went through her hair. Wisp after wisp fell on her hands and Elena started crying. She sank down on the floor again and leaned against the cupboard.
The door opened and Damon entered her room. He looked from Elena’s empty giường to the open bathroom door. He walked towards it and found Elena on the floor. She hid her face, but her shoulders were shaking and he could hear her sob. He noticed the hair tiếp theo to her and bent through his knees.
“Hey, are bạn okay?” he asked gently and he caressed her hair.
“Don’t look at me. I look awful” Elena sobbed and she pulled away.
“Don’t be silly” Damon đã bình luận softly and he turned Elena’s head to face her. He dried her tears with his thumbs. “You look stunning”
“You say that just to make me feel better” Elena đã đưa ý kiến tired. She let Damon pull her up and she let her head rest on his shoulder. “But I tình yêu bạn for it, anyway”
