Chapter Text
The Return
Caroline POV
God being in this damn hospital was boring. Why did everything have to be beige, I mean hello, had any one ever heard of colour? Urgh, even the food tasted beige. Except the jello, that was actually surprisingly alright. What was that tapping sound? It echoed eerily in the sleeping hospital. “Elena?” she said, as her friend came into view. Since when did Elena wear stilettos and curl her hair, that was weird she thought frowning. Elena smirked at her. The expression foreign on her friend’s face.
“Not quite.” She said. Her voice didn’t sound quite right either, harder and colder. Maybe it was all the drugs she was on. Elena leaned in close, whispering into her ear, “Tell the Salvatore's, game on.” Caroline’s mind wasn’t even able to compute that last comment before she felt something shoved over her mouth and nose. Desperately, she pushed against it, her hands driving into the softness of the pillow that was being held against her face. As her lungs began to burn and the panic truly set in, she writhed on the bed, scrabbling to get out from under the oppressive pillow, scratching at Elena’s arms futilely. It was harder to move her arms now and her wiggling and struggling was becoming sluggish as her lungs burned more and more and pressure was building behind her eyes. Her vision was spotting, little bursts of white floating across it. Her ears that had been ringing had turned to a more high-pitched whine. She couldn’t, she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to scream, cry, fight but she just couldn’t. Everything was fading. The pain had stopped.
The monitor next to her bed flat lined obnoxiously.