Losing Your Memory

by Erin Salvatore

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries. I'm just borrowing.

Note: I was listening to "Losing Your Memory" on my iPod today, and it inspired to rewrite the AU/AH story inspired by the song. This would probably be the third story I've decided to rewrite (the first two being Love on the Force and A Royal Union). Anyway, it's still a Delena story, only a few things have been changed. 1) Damon and Elena are MARRIED. In the original, they were engaged. 2) Stefan is with Rebekah instead of Lexi. (Klaus will still be the villain of the piece, so don't worry). 3) Damon had also been in the car with Elena when the accident occurred, but he came away from it with only a gash on his forehead. No other spoilers, just follow along with this rewrite.

Chapter 1

Damon felt numb as he waited in the hospital lobby after leaving the exam room, where he had been for the last hour getting stitches for the gash on his forehead. He was anxious to know about what happened with his wife, Elena. The two of them had been on their way back from the Salvatore Industries company Christmas party when the car crashed into a pole after the brakes suddenly and mysteriously gave out. He had managed to call 911 before passing out and woke up just after the ambulance arrived.

The hospital was bustling with activity, doctors and nurses going every which way, and Damon found it irritating that he couldn't get anyone's attention. Shit, this wasn't good. How the hell was he going to know about Elena? She could be dead and he didn't know about it.

No, don't think like that, his mind scolded him. Elena's not dead, she's going to make it. She's a Salvatore, just like you. Salvatores are fighters, something you've always been taught.

"Oh, Damon, thank God you're okay."

Damon was startled out of his reverie by a familiar voice. Turning around, he saw his brother, Stefan, coming toward. He was about to ask why he was there, but he already knew. They had asked him who they could notify while tending to his injury, and he had given them Stefan's name and cell number.

Seeing the distressed look on Damon's face, he said, "Any word on Elena?"

Damon shook his head, wincing a bit. "No, and we just got here about an hour ago."

No sooner did he say that than a young doctor was seen coming toward them. Finally, someone with information, and not a moment too soon. If Damon had to wait any longer for news, he would have likely gone insane with worry.

Before the doctor could speak, Damon said, "How is she? How's my wife?"

"Your wife is lucky to be alive," the doctor replied. "She has two broken ribs, a broken arm, and a concussion. Other than that, we see no reason why she shouldn't make a full recovery. Apparently, someone up there thinks that this wasn't your wife's time."

Damon let out a sigh of relief. Good, at least Elena was going to live. He wouldn't be able to go on without her. She was his whole world, the air he breathed, and he would've been devastated beyond consolation if he ever lost her. I sure as hell came close to it, he thought. Fortunately, the powers that be had other plans.

Stefan then said, "Where is she now?"

"We just wheeled her to her room," said the doctor. "You may go in and see her, but be brief. Mrs. Salvatore has been through hell tonight and she'll need her rest."

Damon, having heard what the doctor told Stefan, went to the room that Elena was taken to. His heart raced in his chest and the only thing he was concerned about was seeing the woman he married. When he finally reached her room, he saw that she was sleeping peacefully in the darkness. Carefully, Damon walked in, grabbed a chair, and sat at her bedside, after which he lifted her hand and kissed it.

"Elena, I know you probably can't hear me, but I want you to know that I'm okay," he whispered. "I'm also glad you're going to be okay too." He then gently brushed back some hair from her face, marveling at how beautiful she was in spite of the current situation. "I love you, my angel, and we're going to get through this together. I promise you, it's going to take more than something like this to keep us Salvatores down."

From his place by the door, Stefan listened to Damon talking to Elena. His heart went out to them and he knew that he'd feel the exact same way if anything ever happened to Rebekah Smith, the beautiful blond he had been dating for the past two years.

Sighing, Stefan was about to walk out when he saw Damon kissing Elena's lips softly, getting up out of the chair he had been sitting in, and coming over to him. Stefan forced a smile and gently hugged his brother, letting him know he was there for support.

"Come on, Damon, let's get you home."

Damon didn't give him a verbal reply, he was too distraught to speak. Instead, he just let him lead him down the corridor. As the brothers were about to leave, the doctor they had spoken to earlier approached them.

Damon looked at him. "Yes, Doctor?"

"Mr. Salvatore, we'd like to keep you overnight for observation," the doctor replied. "I know that you only suffered a minor injury in the accident, but we want to be sure that it wasn't a concussion, like what your wife sustained."

Damon looked at Stefan, who nodded, and then looked back at the doctor. "Well, okay, but under one condition."

"You want to be in the same room as your wife?"

"Yes," said Damon. "I want to be the first thing she sees when she wakes up. If I can't be in the same room with her, then I can't agree to stay here."

"I'm sure I can arrange something," said the doctor. "Follow me."

Damon slowly nodded and followed the doctor. Stefan watched them go, saying to his brother, "I'll bring you some clean clothes when I come by tomorrow!"

Damon waved, indicating that he heard him. Then, Stefan walked out of the hospital and toward the parking lot, where he had parked his car. As he walked, a thousand questions raced through his mind, such as why did this have to happen, and to Damon and Elena? More importantly, what caused the breaks to suddenly fail? The car had just gotten a tune up last week, so it was puzzling that the breaks would fail a week later.

Deciding not to worry about it for the time being, Stefan climbed into his car and drove back to the Salvatore mansion, where he could hopefully get some sleep, even though he probably wouldn't be able to get much of it given the circumstances.

Note: Behold, "Losing Your Memory" has made a triumphant return! Hopefully, this rewrite will be as popular as the original had been. And don't worry, there will be romance in here as the story progresses, so don't worry, guys!

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