Elena and Damon were lying on Elena’s bed, Elena’s head on Damon’s chest. She was asleep, but Damon was wide awake. He was waiting for a phone call from the hospital to tell them they had find a donor. Though Elena would never want Jeremy to go through with it, Damon would do anything to make sure Jeremy didn’t change his mind.
He was brought back to the real world when Elena’s phone buzzed. He picked it up from the pedestal cupboard and answered it.
“What?” he asked.
“I did the test” Jeremy started careful.
“And?” Damon asked, though he could hear par Jeremy’s tone it wasn’t good news.
“We have the same blood type” Jeremy continued and Damon could hear him swallow.
“Cut to the chase, please?” Damon demanded annoyed and tensed.
“We’re not compatible” Jeremy ended. “I can’t be a donor. Something about-”
But Damon could no longer listen. He hung up and woke Elena.
She opened her eyes difficult and stared wondering at Damon. “What?” she mumbled tired.
“We have to go back” Damon a dit agitated.
“Why?” Elena mumbled, while Damon lifted her in his arms. He carried her out of the room and outside.
“I should’ve never taken toi away” Damon said, mad at himself. “It was stupid and reckless. It was my biggest mistake ever”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself” Elena said, her eyes closed. “I wanted to get out of there”
Damon sniffed. “Well, you’re not getting out of there anymore”
He looked over his shoulder at the backseat, where he had laid Elena down. “Not until you’re healthy again”
“So, what, you’re going to lock me up in my hospital room?”
“And guard toi with my life, if I have to” Damon a dit deadly serious. He started the engines and raced away.
He was brought back to the real world when Elena’s phone buzzed. He picked it up from the pedestal cupboard and answered it.
“What?” he asked.
“I did the test” Jeremy started careful.
“And?” Damon asked, though he could hear par Jeremy’s tone it wasn’t good news.
“We have the same blood type” Jeremy continued and Damon could hear him swallow.
“Cut to the chase, please?” Damon demanded annoyed and tensed.
“We’re not compatible” Jeremy ended. “I can’t be a donor. Something about-”
But Damon could no longer listen. He hung up and woke Elena.
She opened her eyes difficult and stared wondering at Damon. “What?” she mumbled tired.
“We have to go back” Damon a dit agitated.
“Why?” Elena mumbled, while Damon lifted her in his arms. He carried her out of the room and outside.
“I should’ve never taken toi away” Damon said, mad at himself. “It was stupid and reckless. It was my biggest mistake ever”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself” Elena said, her eyes closed. “I wanted to get out of there”
Damon sniffed. “Well, you’re not getting out of there anymore”
He looked over his shoulder at the backseat, where he had laid Elena down. “Not until you’re healthy again”
“So, what, you’re going to lock me up in my hospital room?”
“And guard toi with my life, if I have to” Damon a dit deadly serious. He started the engines and raced away.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles par Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles par Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]