Damon was lying on the autopsy table, bare naked. A man in a white manteau was standing over him, holding a scalpel in his hand.
Jeremy was standing at the reception of the police office, impatiently waiting for the sheriff to montrer up. After a few minutes a door went open and Liz came inside. “Jeremy, hi, can I help you?”
“There was an accident tonight” Jeremy quickly started without an introduction. “What happened to the body?”
The coroner placed the scalpel suivant to Damon’s clavicle.
Liz arrayed her paperwork, taking her time to answer. “I don’t see why I should share that kind of information with you”
“Because it’s Damon” Jeremy replied.
Liz eyes grew wide. “I have to make a call” she said.
“Where is he?” Jeremy asked.
“They’re doing an autopsy” Liz answered and she grabbed the phone.
Elena was driving her car, thinking of where Damon could be when her phone rang. Seeing it was Jeremy she quickly answered.
“They want to do an autopsy” Jeremy said.
Elena hung up, turned the car and drove full speed ahead.
The coroner pressed the scalpel in Damon’s flesh and made a diagonal notch cut.
Elena parked her car and got out of it. She ran inside the building, through the hallway, when someone stopped her.
“Where are toi going?” the female coroner asked harsh. “This place is for staff only”
Elena looked passed her. “I have to stop them. They’re making a mistake” she a dit agitated.
“Who is? What is this about?” the coroner asked.
“They want to cut him open, but he’s not dead!” Elena exclaimed in fear.
“Don’t be ridiculous. We would never do an autopsy on someone who isn’t dead” the coroner said, when her phone rang. She answered it and during her conversation she gave Elena a strange look.
Elena took advantage of the woman being occupied to try and find the room Damon was in.
The coroner placed the scalpel suivant to Damon clavicle and pressed, but the moment he wanted to go down, the phone rang. He placed the scalpel on the table, tableau and entered a room with a sound-proof window.
Elena opened the door and sighed relieved knowing she had the right one after trying several others. She rushed to the table, tableau and her eyes accidentally fell on some private body parts she wasn’t supposed to see. She took off her veste and lay it over Damon’s precious parts. She then sank down on the lit and tapped his face. “Damon, wake up”
Damon slowly opened his eyes. “Elena?” he asked hoarse. Elena fiercely nodded. “It hurts” he groaned.
“I know” Elena said. “You need to feed”
“No” Damon a dit weak. “No plus blood”
The coroner was furious. “How am I supposed to know what killed this man if I’m not allowed to take a look inside the body. He didn’t have a cœur, coeur attack, he had no internal bleedings” He looked up and saw what Elena was doing. “Hey, what are toi doing?!” he yelled, though he knew it was no use; she couldn’t hear him.
Elena took the scalpel, wiped it off the sheets and cut her wrist. She pressed her bleeding arm against Damon’s lips, but he still refused to drink. Elena lifted up his head and forced the blood on him. “Please, drink. I can’t lose you” she begged.
The blood rolled over his tongue and after some hesitation Damon gripped Elena’s wrist and drank with plus fierce.
The cuts healed and Damon got up.
“You need to drink more” Elena insisted and she wanted to cut her wrist again, but Damon grabbed the knife.
“Not from you” he said. “I’ll have some when we’re back home”
“Fine, but I’m not leaving your side” Elena said. She threw his arm over her shoulder and helped him outside.
The coroner in the other room had fainted. Seeing Damon rise from the death had been too much.