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Ian couldn't believe he was still alive. You can't keep a good dog down, huh? After the big shake - trademark pending - Ian thought forsure he was a goner. And that was okay, really. He did everything he could to make sure Ava got out of that rubble alive and she did. He didn't remember too much after passing out on that rebar, but Ava really did the whole damn thing.

Elena stopped dead in her tracks when she opened the door and her eyes were assaulted by a shirtless Ian Morrison, immediately followed by an attack on her nostrils. What in the world did Ava see in this cad? This is what she deserved, she supposed, for having the audacity to check up on Ava after she almost died. That witless receptionist must have mixed up their rooms.

Sabrina hadn't been in town long; she had managed to sneak in recently and had taken up in one of the many abandoned homes. She had mostly kept to herself, not wanting to make a wrong move, especially in a town that was clearly on the edge. She had heard some things around town, understanding that things had been chaotic ever since the Dome had come up. She wasn't one to get involved, she wouldn't even be in Havensdale if it wasn't for Piper.

Elena was staring–of course, she was staring! This woman looked like her grandmother! Obviously not as she was now, but she had seen enough photos of her as a young woman to recognise when someone looked like her. A mere three years ago, she might have been inclined to brush it off as a coincidence, but in a world of magic and sisters that are shapeshifters, how could this be normal? "Who are you?" She demanded, long past feeling the obligation for niceties.

Blake hadn't slowed down since the night the school had imploded. From the battlefield, to carrying his allies into med bay, it had been non-stop. They needed all hands- any hands- on deck for this one. Blake had his people to take care of, he had Callie's hand to hold while she worked through the devastation. He had to wash the blood and dirt from underneath his fingernail. And he had to reply to Elena Montgomery's decidedly worried text messages.

Elena's head shot up when she heard his voice and a breath she had been holding burst from her lungs. He was alive. He looked absolutely harrowing, but he was alive. She didn't even think- didn't look around to see who might see them- before jumping from her seat and wrapping her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. "I was so worried." She didn't dare clarify that she had been worried about him. If he wanted to assume that she was worried about her own safety, let him. Let them all think the worst of her.

"I'm afraid not even RPatz can help us now," Andy joked, watching as Elena tossed the magazine back to its prime spot. She proceeded to lead them out of the hospital, saying her goodbyes. She spent more time here now than ever before, but she did miss her family. She wanted to do better, make more effort - especially with Elena. "So, where did you want to go for lunch? My treat. Anywhere you want. Um, including my- mine and Duke's- place, if you want."

"Hmm... Maybe Taylor Lautner is available." Elena sighed dramatically and followed Andy out of the hospital. She wasn't ignorant to all the people acknowledging her as she passed by, but it was grating on her nerves. Her aunt was so beloved by all and, sure, she saved lives on the daily, but Elena couldn't help but feel bitter that this was what she had given up Ava for. She was a hero, had all the glory, and her sister was riddled with abandonment issues. "I'm sorry, what?" She raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to poison me?"

"Elena, sweetie. I can't control how many people come stumbling in here with their blood on the wrong side of their body," Andy replied with poorly suppressed sarcasm. But she was right. Letting out a sigh, she handed her chart of to Dr. Reynolds and made her way over. "Sorry, El. Time got away from me. You ready to go or are you still catching up on the goss from 2009?"

Elena scrunched up her nose at the disturbing visual. Although, it really wasn't something she had to visualise when she had been exposed to it for hours now. "I'm not sure. There's a sixteen-page pull out in here about the wonders of sparkly vampires. I'm curious about how right Twilight got it?" Even as she said it, she was tossing the magazine back on to the table and standing. Absolutely ready to get out of here, but definitely wondering if the vampires in town could sparkle.

"Do you think we're running a day spa here? Either grab some bandages and help out or get outta here!"

"Andy..." Elena whined, slamming down the hospital's out of date magazine. "I thought we were just stopping in for a minute? It's been like... a lot longer than that."