Elena opened her eyes and sat up. One thing was certain. This was not her room. Neither was it Damon’s. A picture of her and Stefan told her this was Stefan’s room. She got up and regretted it the moment she stood on her feet. Her head bounced, everything was blurry and she got so dizzy she had to sit down again. And on parte superior, arriba of that her stomach was twisting around. Then she remembered the state she was in. This was just one of the symptoms…Wait, Caroline didn’t say anything about feeling nauseous.
“Hey, I cleaned your sheets” Damon dicho in the doorway. He noticed Elena’s pale face. “Are tu okay?” he slowly asked. Elena didn’t dare to speak in case she’d vomit. Damon, who saw the danger, rushed to Elena, took her elbow and flashed her to the bathroom. Just in time.
“Don’t be shy, just let it all out” Damon dicho as the vomit splashed on the porcelain. He winded her hair around his hand so it wouldn’t get dirty.
Elena leaned back and hit his thorax. Damon jerked some toilet paper and wiped Elena’s mouth. “I’m sorry, Damon” she dicho weak. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me”
“You’re having a hangover” Damon explained. “You drank too much cerveza last night, tu were drunk”
“Have I done anything stupid last night?” she asked afraid.
Damon recalled the last night.
Elena smacked the bottle, which she had stolen back from Bonnie, on the table. She staggered to Damon and Bonnie, grabbed Bonnies shoulder and pushed her away. “Stay away from him, bitch” she babbled.
“Elena, you’re drunk” Bonnie dicho annoyed.
“No, I’m not” Elena denied. Her head rocked up and down and she gagged. “I feel sick”
She grabbed her stomach and threw up, vomit splashing on Damon’s shoes. She rocked back and forth and fainted, but Damon caught her. “I think that’s our key”
“No, not at all”, Damon reassured her.
“Hey, I cleaned your sheets” Damon dicho in the doorway. He noticed Elena’s pale face. “Are tu okay?” he slowly asked. Elena didn’t dare to speak in case she’d vomit. Damon, who saw the danger, rushed to Elena, took her elbow and flashed her to the bathroom. Just in time.
“Don’t be shy, just let it all out” Damon dicho as the vomit splashed on the porcelain. He winded her hair around his hand so it wouldn’t get dirty.
Elena leaned back and hit his thorax. Damon jerked some toilet paper and wiped Elena’s mouth. “I’m sorry, Damon” she dicho weak. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me”
“You’re having a hangover” Damon explained. “You drank too much cerveza last night, tu were drunk”
“Have I done anything stupid last night?” she asked afraid.
Damon recalled the last night.
Elena smacked the bottle, which she had stolen back from Bonnie, on the table. She staggered to Damon and Bonnie, grabbed Bonnies shoulder and pushed her away. “Stay away from him, bitch” she babbled.
“Elena, you’re drunk” Bonnie dicho annoyed.
“No, I’m not” Elena denied. Her head rocked up and down and she gagged. “I feel sick”
She grabbed her stomach and threw up, vomit splashing on Damon’s shoes. She rocked back and forth and fainted, but Damon caught her. “I think that’s our key”
“No, not at all”, Damon reassured her.
Bonnie unchained Damon’s other hand and he dropped on the ground. With his unbroken and unbitten arm he tried to drag himself out of the cage, though he had no idea where the entrance was.
He felt how Bonnie grabbed his foot and dragged him back. In a reflex he kicked her and she fell backwards.
“You son of a bitch! My lip’s bleeding!” Bonnie cursed.
Damon kicked her again.
“You’re going to pay for this!” Bonnie exclaimed furious.
Then everything went quiet. Damon waited for Bonnie to do something horrible, but another aching stayed out.
Then Bonnie lifted up her feet and stamped his broken arm with her high heels. She grabbed his hair and dragged him to the wall, throwing him against it.
“You’re not playing por the rules, Damon!” she dicho furious. “No one told tu tu could try and get away from me!”
He felt how Bonnie grabbed his foot and dragged him back. In a reflex he kicked her and she fell backwards.
“You son of a bitch! My lip’s bleeding!” Bonnie cursed.
Damon kicked her again.
“You’re going to pay for this!” Bonnie exclaimed furious.
Then everything went quiet. Damon waited for Bonnie to do something horrible, but another aching stayed out.
Then Bonnie lifted up her feet and stamped his broken arm with her high heels. She grabbed his hair and dragged him to the wall, throwing him against it.
“You’re not playing por the rules, Damon!” she dicho furious. “No one told tu tu could try and get away from me!”