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I'm sorry.

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You better be.

The last words I say are, "Jesus. Fuck." It's pretty much exactly what I expected my last words to be. I remember in it in a whirlwind. Stefan ripping Jonas' hands from my head. Hearing the familiar sound of a neck breaking. A sound I wish wasn't so familiar to me, how I wish that this violence wasn't a part of my daily life.

My head starts to hurt then, shit my head hurts. I must have fallen down onto the cold bathroom tiles as I can now only look at the ceiling. I felt the blood, soaking into my hair, knotting it up.

I couldn't move. Not right now. Just needed to stay still for another second, or two. When did I take my last breath?

Stefan was holding my hand and I could taste Katherine's long hair inside my mouth, it tasted like hair spray and the coppery burn of an iron. Coppery. It wasn't Katherine's hair I was tasting after all, but the taste of blood collecting in my mouth ,slowly choking me.

There were a lot of sounds, but I didn't really hear any of them. Just saw it, almost in slow motion. Stefan yelling for something that looked like 'help', Katherine violently shaking my shoulders.

Now I am here. Standing here, in this bathroom, in all the commotion that my fast impending death brings with it. Or does me standing here mean I am already gone?

I brush past the bodies surrounding mine, not pushing them away but pushing through them. But before I can get to my own Stefan has picked me up and is carrying me down the stairs. I run after him and I try to yell, tell him that moving someone with a head injury is almost always a bad idea, but he doesn't listen, or the words never leave my mouth. I am not sure yet.

My body flops around in his arms before he lays me out on the breakfast bar. Bonnie has joined him beside it and she is screaming about something but I can't read her lips.

He turns my head up. In this weird world between worlds I can feel it, not completely, not as much as I would feel it in the real world, but I can feel something moving inside of me.

Her hair is getting covered in the disgusting red. Wait, my hair. My eyes are still open but they aren't looking at anything, just staring at the ceiling. He starts the chest compressions.

Those hurt, I can feel fractions of every single one of my ribs breaking and I hear it too. His vampire strength mixed in with his emotions makes for a very strong reanimation technique. It might just be a little too rough.

Damon and Elena come in when my body is already laid out on the bar, laying there still and limp. I realize that I never got to say goodbye. I wish I could have said goodbye and thank you, truly.

Elena yells and picks up a phone, an ambulance. Of course she is the only one to think of calling one. A fond smile crosses my lips, I will miss her.

Damon bites his wrist and starts to feed his own lifeforce into mine, but his blood never really gets past the blood accumulating in my throat.

I don't know if I want to see it. Them realizing that this is it, that I am dead and I will come back but they will never find me again. And I know how they will think that it is their fault, it isn't. I am not ready for Damon to spiral out of control again, I know he will when I see him, desperately trying to feed me his blood. Yelling at his brother who is trying to reanimate me.

When I turn around I see her for the first time. Or maybe it isn't the first time. She is blonde and she looks incredibly old and young at the same time, stuck in a never ending limbo.

She takes my hand into hers and speaks, "it is not your time yet."

I cough up blood all over Damon's face, I am back in the land of the living.

There are lights to infinity. Skipping past me, or I am skipping past them. There is a lot of noise around me and people in blue scrubs, touching me, talking to me, but I can't find the words to answer. They are running now, their hands on the sides of the bed they have put me on.

I think Stefan is here, but that might just be a hallucination. I see him beside me in that beautiful suit he wore at out engagement party, I see the blood covering it.

I want to apologize, tell him that I am sorry he has to see me like this again, but I can't get anything out of my mouth. I remember the words, "Jesus. Fuck."

The familiarity of hospital rooms is a fast passing cliché. Machines beeping and tubes passing through my nose like they always are. Bright. The curtains are open when my eyes blink themselves back into reality. There is a hand on mine, when I move my head to look at the face belonging to it I can't place it. "Which one are you?" she smiles and I recognize her immediately.

"Katerina."

"I have made mistakes sestra."

"What happened? How long have I been here?"

"You've been asleep for the past day and a half."

I sit up, my head still hurts. It must be the little bit of vampire blood that has kept me alive, made it so that I can already sit up again.

"I made you a drip of my blood, it has been coursing through yours for the past day."

"Where is everyone?"

"They were trying to deal with me."

"What did you do?"

"I betrayed you all."

I take a deep breath and turn myself around to look her in the eyes. Eyes that are vengeful and sweet at the same time, eyes that tell me stories of running around an old castle.

"I know."

"Obicham te Sestra."

"I love-" she is already gone.

"Hey," it's Elena who enters the room first, followed by the brothers who love her. Pillows have been added behind my back so I can now fully sit up, the nurses are impressed by my miraculous recovery. Damon rushes to my side and sits down beside me, he isn't that good at trying not to care.

"Klaus is coming." I don't have the time for pleasantries right now, we need to get to the bottom of this, we need to make it so everyone around us is as safe as possible.

Elena just nods, here eyes are and scared and Stefan is holding her hand tightly, not wanting to let go. Damon's hand is on mine, stroking it slowly.

"It's okay. It's my time, I promise you I am ready."

Damon shakes his head with a smile, "funny, but you aren't dying yet."

"Then please, get me out of here."