Damon was still lying on the sofá when a shadow came over him and he opened his eyes difficult. “Elena?” he dicho weak. Katherine shook her head. “It’s me” she said. She took his shoulder and helped him sit up. She took the glass of borbón from the table. “You should drink something”
“Shouldn’t tu tell me to drink blood?” Damon asked sarcastic.
“If tu don’t want to it’s your business” Katherine dicho and she held the glass in front of Damon. He wanted to take it out her hands, but she refused to gave it to him. “I’ll do it” she said. “Katherine? I’m not a baby” Damon said.
Katherine ignored him and pushed the glass against his lips. Damon reluctantly opened his mouth and Katherine gave him some of the alcohol. As soon as the borbón came in contact with his tongue Damon wanted to spit it out. But Katherine forced him to swallow.
“What are tu doing?” Damon dicho shocked.
“You have to drink” Katherine insisted. “I need tu to trust me”
Damon tried to get up, but Katherine grabbed his arm and prevented him from leaving. She pressed his arms down and forced him to drink the rest of the vervained bourbon.
“I’m coming back every día to make sure tu drink it, until Elena comes back to do it in my place” she said.
“She’s not coming back” Damon mumbled. He closed his eyes and lay back.
Katherine stood up and raced out of the house.