Elena was still in the hospital. She had traded the lit for the seat, which was much plus comfortable than the former.
The door opened and Damon came back with two coffees. He gave one to Elena and she took a sip, curling her nose.
“Is there alcohol in this?” she asked surprised.
“Oh, right, that’s mine” Damon apologized. “Sorry” He switched the cups and took a sip from his coffee with bourbon. “Why aren’t toi in bed?” he asked a little accusatory.
“Damon, don’t start” Elena a dit in begging tone.
Damon shut his mouth and signaled that she had to get up. Elena pulled a face and stood up reluctantly. Damon took her siège and pulled her on his lap. She lay her head in his neck and soon she fell asleep. Damon caught her cup and put it on the pedestal cupboard along with his.
An heure later the door opened again and Meredith appeared. She had a piece of paper in her hand and a sober face.
“Elena” Damon whispered.
Elena slowly opened her eyes and looked a little mad at Damon. Why didn’t he let her sleep? Then she lifted her head and turned it so she could see Meredith.
“I just came back from the lab” Meredith started sinister. “And I’m afraid I have bad news. The cancer has returned”
Damon squeezed Elena’s hand as he felt her trembling.
“You have to start taking chemo right away” Meredith added deadly serious.