Cramps in her stomach and something wet and sticky on the sheets made Elena wake up groaning. She got out of bed, her hands on her stomach. She turned around and screamed. Both of the Salvatore brothers came rushing to her room, but as soon as they saw the blood, Damon pushed Stefan aside and locked himself in, the moment Stefan’s face turned. “Oh, come on, dick!” Stefan vélomoteur, cyclomoteur as his face changed back.
Damon walked to Elena. “Are toi alright?” he asked feeling awkward. Elena heavily shook her head. “No, I’m sick. My stomach hurts and I’m bleeding” she looked up. “I’m dying, Damon”
Damon averted his head to hide his grin, but Elena noticed anyway. “You’re making fun of me!” she exclaimed upset. “I’m bleeding to death here and you’re laughing at me?”
“Elena!” Damon a dit in the middle of his mirth. “You’re not dying! This is completely normal, trust me”
“This is normal?” she waved at the dirty sheets and raising her eyebrows.
“Yes” Damon said. “It’s… natural. It’s a sign toi can get babies”
Wrong thing to say. Elena had calmed down a bit, but now she was back at the panicking stage. “I’m having bébés now?”
“No! That’s not what I meant” Damon groaned. God, did he suck at this. “I have an idea. I am going to call Caroline and I’ll let her explain toi everything about the birds and the bees, alrighty?”
“Why do toi think she can help me?” Elena asked suspicious.
“Because she’s a girl and this happens only to girls” Damon explained.
“Oh” Elena blinked. “Hey, if this happens to girls, then what happens to boys?” she asked when Damon dialed Carolines number.
“We have nice dreams and we get excited, but in time we learn to control the excitement” Damon answered uneasy.
“What do toi dream of?” Elena asked, her head diagonally, not at all curious. Damon’s cheeks turned rose and he swallowed. “Eh… suivant question, please”