A/N: So I actually wrote this before the season finale. You'll know what I mean when you read it. Also I would like to thank luvthe heaven for beta-ing my story! She was really helpful and pointed out alot of my mistakes. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:I do not own TVD.

It was really quiet and dark walking towards the Salvatore library. No lights were on in the hallway and the only light was from the moon coming in through the windows. I did see the dancing shadows of the fire on the walls outside of the library.

I went in and saw Damon by the window staring at the sky. His back was against the wall with his head turned toward the window, he seemed to be in alot of pain. His face was emotionless with the occasional tightening of the jaw for the pain he was feeling, his skin was dull looking and gray, but the worst was his beautiful blue eyes; they looked sad and lost.

I hadn't talked with Damon alone since waking after the ritual. We were both busy with our own issues. I was mourning, he was dying.

"Damon?" I asked quietly walking into the library.

"Yes Elena?" He asked with an emotionless tone.

"Are you okay?"

He turned to me. "I'm just peachy," he said with that smirk I'd grown to love. His effort failed when he started coughing and almost fell over.

I ran over to him, and tried to help him up but he refused.

"I'm fine Elena!" he said pulling himself up and grunting as he did so.

"I'm just trying to help you!" I yelled back at him.

"Well I don't need your help." he told me walking over to the couch and sitting on the arm of it.

He was being stubborn and it was pissing me off. Which is one of the many things we have in common. Neither of us knows how to accept help when it is handed to us, we want to do things on our own.

"Damon please let me help you," I said pleading. I crouched down to look him in the face.

"No," he said sternly.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to take my last breath knowing you were only doing this out of pity and regret," Damon said staring straight into my eyes.

I saw the pain he felt and it made me want to hold him in my arms till he realized I was doing this because I care, I truly deeply care for Damon on a level no one understands.

"Damon I'm not doing this out of pity and regret, I'm doing this because I care about you and you're important to me." I said.

Damon just sat there looking at me with sorrow filled eyes. We just sat there staring at each other. His eyes soon started to glaze over like he wanted to cry.

He put his hand on my cheek and rubbed small circles with his thumb. "I'm sorry for everything I've put you through and everything I've done to hurt you and make you hate me."

I gave a small smile and grabbed his hand into mine. "Damon I've realized I could never hate you. What I hate is your impulses and actions, but I could never hate you."

"Thank you, Elena," he said nodding. Then he got up to leave. He started to stumble a little when he realized he couldn't see as well as he used to in the dark.

It pained me so much to think that his bite was bad enough to make his senses dulled. He probably felt like a useless human instead of a big badass vampire.

Damon was doing just fine walking on his own until he suddenly stopped and groaned in pain. He fell to the floor and started coughing hysterically.

I ran over to him and held onto him as he coughed. He was coughing so hard he started to wheeze because he couldn't breathe, and soon he was coughing up blood.

Damon had the side of his face on the floor while he coughed and was holding onto his side gasping for air. Blood was coming out of the side of his mouth and his face was vamping out. I stayed right by his side not moving an inch.

Damon moved his head to me and I saw the pained expression on his face. He was afraid.

"Shhh Damon, its okay I'm not going to leave you, I'm right here." He moved his head again to cough and so much blood spilled out of his mouth, some ran down his chin and onto his shirt. I tried to wipe some away but he kept coughing it up. The coughing subsided when he started screaming in pain.

I pulled myself over him and held onto him as he wailed. He had his hands on my wrist and was grabbing me really hard; I knew he was going to leave bruises but I didn't dare pull away. I didn't want to.

I could hear the whimpers and cries in Damon's voice and tears filled my eyes because of the agony he was going through. I saw a few tears roll down his face and I wanted to wipe them away but didn't want to inflict anymore pain on him by moving, instead I silenty watched him go through hell.

Half and hour later Damon's coughing fit and cries of pain finally ended but he was still breathing heavily and he'd started sweating. He was even weaker than before.

I decided that Damon needed some bed rest and he needed relax. I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him.

"Damon," I whispered shaking his shoulder a little bit so the screaming wouldn't start again in case his body was sore or sensitive from all the pain. Damon made a little noise to let me know that he heard me.

"You need to lay down okay? I'm going to lift you up but very slowly and I'm going to need you to help me. I can't carry you," I said quietly to him.

He nodded.

"Alright on the count of three were going to do this together. One, two...three," I said pulling me up as carefully as I could.

I had his arm around my shoulders so I could pick him up easier and he used his legs to help get himelf off the floor. We were hunched over and having trouble walking, but I managed to get Damon out of the library and into the hallway.

A few times Damon almost fell out of my grasp but he was strong enough to keep holding on until we got to his room.

When we finally did I wasn't able to turn on the light so I had to let the moon guide me. I went to the edge of his bed and laid him down. I went to the side of the bed that was close to the window and moved some pillows so he could get comfortable, then I hoisted him up on the pillows with little help from him.

When I saw that he was comfortable I moved off the bed, but I felt Damon's hand grab onto my wrist.

"Stay with me, please?" Damon asked with a hoarse voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Please?" he repeated.

I moved back onto the bed. I had my back on the headboard leaning on my left elbow with pillows underneath me. Damon's head rested against my upper arm.

He grabbed my hand and held it there on his chest while my other hand was gently caressing across his forehead. We laid there in comfortable silence with the only light coming from the moon.

Damon started calming down a bit. His breathing was almost back to normal and he started cooling down but he still groaned in pain sometimes and if it hurt to much he would hold my hand tighter and I would grab onto his. I tolde him to close his eyes so he could relax.

Tears started forming in my eyes when I realized I could possibly lose Damon. I personally witnessed the pain he was going through and it was unbearable to hear and see but I couldn't leave him when he needed me. The tears fell down my face when images went through my head of Damon on the floor crying in pain. I didn't want Damon to die but it was possibly the only way to end his suffering. I was selfish for wanting him alive and with me even though he was going through unimaginable pain.

"Elena don't cry," Damon said weakly. His eyes were still closed and he was caressing my hand with his thumb.

I rested my head on his. "I'm afraid for you Damon," I sniffed.

"Don't cry for me Elena."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not worth your tears."

I closed my eyes and felt more tears fall down my face. "Yes you are Damon. You mean so much to me," I said nuzzling my head closer to his.

Damon held my hand tighter and I held onto his.

"Damon I care about you so much. You're important to me even if you don't believe it. I can't lose you."

"You won't," was his reply.

I made a small laugh and sniffed, grabbing onto him tighter. It was silent after that. It was just Damon and me in his dark room holding onto each other.

As we lay there I felt Damon becoming more and more relaxed, and once in awhile he would mumble in his sleep. I caught a few phrases. He said something about Stefan and that he is sorry for hating him, he is sorry for what he did to Isobel, and something about caring for Caroline and Bonnie.

The one that caught me off guard was when he said "I love you, Elena." That's when he stopped mumbling in his sleep.

As the time went on Damon seemed to grow more relaxed and quiter. I realized he probably hadn't had any blood in system since late afternoon and I didn't give him any after he had his coughing fit.

I propped myself on my elbow moved closer to Damon.

"Damon? Do you want me to get you some blood?" I asked.

He didn't respond. I started to shake his hand to wake him up. "Damon?".

He wasn't responding to me. I let go of Damon's hand so I could use better force to wake him up when I saw his hand fall limply onto the bed.

I froze. Tears started to quickly fall down my face. "No," was all I could say.

"No no no! Damon please no! Damon wake up, please wake up!" I yelled at him. He didn't move.

"No! You said I wouldn't lose you! Damon come back please!" I moved his head so I could see his face better and I saw that his skin was pale and dull. Veins were showing on his face and arms like he got staked but they weren't as bad.

I pulled Damon closer to my chest and cradled him in my arms. "You said you wouldn't leave me," I sobbed.

I cried hysterically into his hair until no more tears could come.

I sat alone holding Damon's body in my arms sniffling and sobbing a little bit. I rested my head on his, grabbed both his hands close to me and held onto to him for dear life.

"I love you too, Damon."

A/N: I know this is way past due and what not but I really wanted to post it. Also I have a poll going on my page and I would love for some votes to happen! Thanks&Review!