elite

Before heading to the class, for sometime Luna always went to the infirmary to check on Stefan, he wouldn’t know it anyway as she could just reason out she was visiting her friends, and that he’s still asleep. But for today everything was a little bit different as the nurse have confirmed that he finally wake up. Having the signal that she should come in, she placed the arranged roses in the table beside him, and smiled.

“Hi, Tornerose.” she jokingly said and smiled as she looked at him. “Glad to see that you’re finally awake. It’s been awhile.”

Hearing a familiar voice, Stefan sat up seeing Luna. “Hello. Yes, maybe I should have slept more.. I’m still fucking hurting like hell.” Stefan winced as he tried to move his legs. “Surprising to see you come visit me, actually.”

Hearing a wheelchair rolling into his room, Hank looked over his shoulder and saw Stefan rolling in. Oh this was going to be fun, he could see already that Stefan was upset, and when he was upset there was no fucking mercy. Not even for someone that was in a mental ward at the moment. After he finally spoke up, Hank sighed heavily and asked, “Then why are you even here?”

The last three days had been fucking eventful to say the least, numerous of people came in to talk to Hank. The same questions over and over again, ‘How’re you feeling today? Why did you try to harm yourself? Do you feel like you’ll do it again?’ etc, etc. Hank should have been grateful that he hadn’t offed himself, that he’s alive and that he’s still with the people he cares about but he wasn’t. He wanted to die that night and now here he was, lying in one of the hospital beds with a pair of his own sweat pants on, though of course the draw string was taken away ‘just in case’. He felt disgusting, his stomach felt like it’d been jabbed and stabbed multiple times, his body was paler than normal, and he just felt empty. With dark circles under his eyes, Hank had finished talking to one of the therapists that came through to talk to him and then he was left on his own again. His three days were up, he could have visitors - even if he didn’t want them really, not in this state. But he couldn’t just tell them to fuck off after he’d done this stupid thing. Curled up in a little ball in his bed under the blankets, Hank could hear some chattering in the distance and someone asking where he was and low and behold he knew he had a visitor. Groaning some as he tugged the blanket tighter around him, he just hoped he wouldn’t have to talk much to whoever it was coming to see him.

After being subdued, Stefan woke up again in his bed. It took him a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. Hank. Overdose. The nurses and doctor assured him though, that Hank was okay and Stefan relaxed a little yet his blood still boiled about how angry he was at him. “When can I visit him?”

“You’ll have to wait, Prince Stefan. He needs to be watched and you need to calm down.”

Maddi Rose let out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding in and just walked a little closer, her cheeks still red. So maybe he didn’t hear her after all. Still she was a bit shocked he knew who she was – even if he didn’t know why. “U-Um..I just..I walked by here a lot? You know..visiting friends, and you were always you know..out. Today though you weren’t and I was just a little surprised, so I was looking.” The small girl ran her fingers nervously through her hair. “I am glad you are okay.” Maddi said, her voice a bit more quiet and shy. 

“Yes, apparently I wasn’t supposed to wake up yet but I think my body was telling me I want alcohol which is maybe why I’ve woken up.” He joked, laughing a bit at his own joke. “Wouldn’t my door have been closed though?” Glancing at the door, there was no window for anyone to look in either. “I feel that you’ve been in here when I was out. And you were talking to me. Is my allegations correct, Maddilena?” An eyebrow raised at the curiosity, wanting the truth.

When he spoke up again – and actually knew her name..she was caught of guard. Maddilenas eyes went wide as she looked up at him, biting down her look lip. Did he know her from just being here? Maybe he knew her name all along but didn’t care enough to talk to her. Why would he? Then it dawned on her..what if he heard her. When she made her pathetic sounding little speech, what if he heard everything? Her face flushed slightly as she nodded her head. “Yeah..um, I am. How do you know my name?” She asked, wondering if it really was possible that he had heard her. 

I’m not sure where to even begin with this letter - yours is the hardest I’ve had to write. Which is crazy because I’ve written five other letters prior to this; four of which go to my family and I thought that would be the hardest. But I always seem to think the wrong way, huh? But that’s what I had you for, to keep me in line, keep me straight. You were always more than a friend to me you know? You were like a brother I’ve always wanted. I consider you to be my family, no matter if we’re not actually blood related. You’re the best family I’ve ever had and I’ll forever be so grateful and so appreciative of everything you have done for me. I can’t even begin to thank you enough for it all. 

I’m sorry that I couldn’t stand up for you like you’ve always seemed to do for me; it was like you took me under your wing and kind of made it a mission to keep my ass protected from everything. Something a lot of people don’t understand, they just don’t get us and what we’re about and that’s totally fine. I’d rather them try to figure us out than to know every little thing about us than to completely know. Plus the look on their faces when we’re hanging around together and just being us is pretty much priceless. You know come to think of it, I think the bond me and you have is probably the strongest bond I’ve ever had with a person and I’m okay with that - more than okay, really. 

I got off topic there I suppose, but whatever. Back to the point. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you like you’ve been there for me, that I never stood up and protected you, that I never once took control of a situation and put myself forward and pushed you back so you didn’t have to deal with utter bullshit. I’m sorry that I got you put in a fucking coma to heal up because I was too much of a pussy to try to protect you from those damn cunts that took us. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I am sorry. I don’t know why you kept me around, I’m not exactly the best friend to have around. I’m an addict, a disappointment and a coward. I drink and self medicate to stop myself from thinking, then when I don’t and I’m thinking far too much I feel like a coward for wanting to just call it quits and to stop it all. I’ve been told more than once I’m a big disappointment and you know, I know I am. But I tried… I really did try to clean myself up to show that I’ve to more to me than what people see. But I just can’t do it anymore.

You’re a great person, Stefan; no matter what anyone has to say about it you’re one of a kind. You’re going to make a great king, you’re going to rule a country with a good head on your shoulders - even if it isn’t Romania. And I hate that I won’t be around to see that happen, but I know you’re gonna rock that throne like a goddamn king should and you’ll knock the socks off of Ross when he sees how great you’re gonna be. Still a little pissed we didn’t kill him by the way. When you get this, I don’t want you to think that what I’ve done has anything to do with you, because it doesn’t. Don’t dwell, don’t keep asking yourself what you could have done because there’s nothing that you could have done to stop me. I love you, Stefan. And I hope that you do great things with yourself. Make sure you have a baby and name him after me and make him the most bad ass kid there is. 

All of my love,

When he spotted her and told her to come inside, straining himself in the process, her heart started to beat out of her chest. Should she just walk away or should she go in? What would she say? It was a lot easier to talk to him when he wasn’t awake to hear or respond to her. Now she just would make a fool of herself. Walking in slowly, she kept her distance and tried not to stare at him for too long. “Sorry..I didn’t mean to bother you. I just..um…I am sorry.” Maddi mumbled out, a lot less confident then she had been the last time she was in this room. 

Hank had definitely been a mess since the attacks, he went back to his old ways - just to forget about them. To help him stop feeling guilty for two seconds, though they never helped with that. Instead it seemed as if the substances just intensified the dreams and scary thoughts that they’d be attacked again. But that didn’t stop him, it kept him from freaking out on everyone and they did make him pass out and stay asleep for a long while, and that’s something that he needed. His cheeks were sunken in, eyes with dark circles surrounding them, even as skinny as he was it seemed like he just got smaller. But he tied hiding that with baggy clothing. And today he was wearing an oversized burgundy jumper to help hide that. “Yeah, well, losing a little bit of sleep tends to make a person look shitty,” he replied at Stefan’s comment. Hazel eyes watched as Stefan tried moving, and then his questions came and a soft sigh fell from the Swede’s lips. “About a week. Everyone’s fine, I think Charlotte is home I believe. So she’s fine too,” he said and stood up. “You want help sitting up?”

“It doesn’t look nothing like that.” Stefan breathed deeply and exhaled a long sigh. He didn’t want to think about that right now but wanted to be thankful that he was alive, that Hank was alive. Stefan wasn’t exactly sure what happened the last hour or so of the terrorist attack because he blacked out but looking at Hank, it looked like no one hurt him -- except himself. “A week?” Eyebrows raised, he couldn’t believe he was asleep his long. He actually never really looked at what happened to him until now-- multiple stitches where his legs are, his stomach, and back. He definitely felt the pain from all those areas. “Yes.. help me up.” Stefan accepted his offer as Hank went over to help him adjust his bed so he could sit up and see. He definitely had to take a few deep breaths as he was feeling sharp pain in his stomach from the sudden shift in movement. 

Maddilena had been at the infirmary with a friend, giving them moral support on a check up for their injuries when she had passed by Stefans room as she was leaving. Occasionally she would walk by his room to see how he was doing – but never expected him to actually be awake this time. The nurses talking to him. 

Letting out a little gasp she stood at the door longer than expected, staring into the room. 

Hank had gotten word that Stefan would be waking up sooner or later and like he’d done everyday he went down to the hospital wing and checked up on him, had a conversation even thought Stefan wouldn’t respond. Yet today; he came in and saw the other man waking and a big smile came across Hank’s face. “Damn, you look like shit,” he said with a cheeky grin after as he took his normal seat next to the boy.

Regaining consciousness, Stefan didn’t feel the need to breathe as the tubes did that for him. A mumble came out of him but his throat was too dry to let him speak.

“He’s in a medically induced coma. He needs to sleep for awhile in order for his body to heal. Say hello to him if you want -- but not too long.” The nurse said as she was checking his vitals. She wandered off, leaving you and Stefan alone.

“Seriously???” she silently said to herself as she looked at him. He knew that if Stefan comes here he would just continue to make her situation worst. “More of.. wanting to vomit than poop… Can I vomit on you?”

“So girls DO poop!” Stefan laughed as he walked behind Luna. “Fucking gross, wait.. I DO remember that one time you pooped when you stayed over in my dorm.” He laughed more, remembering the embarrassing times between them too. “Sure, I’ll let you vomit on me.. if you take me back.”

“i look what?!” holly exclaimed, ready to slap him but when he said nothing she simply looked at him with a stare that could kill. “if you don’t shut up, not only will i puke all over you but i will kick you in the face. what do you want, stefan? what could you possibly WANT from me? except to bore me to death.”

“Must you always be so violent? You’re even more violent than Francis and he’s quite harmful.” Stefan scoffed slightly at the Master. “You’re the one getting back here like you always have a dick up your ass. Just relax, can’t we just have one good day of interacting together?”

Maddie: I won’t move from my bed unless is totally necesarry.

Maddie: Maybe it was you the one that poisoned everyone and that is why you’re okay.

Maddie: Magic probably. 

Stefan: perhaps i did. i take revenge sweetly *cupcake emoji* *evil face emoji*

the princess was already on her way to get the needed things. she brought the cold wet towel, placing it on his forehead when she heard him exclaim. he was literally ready to get up && run away from the room. “you were so quick to say that ‘no’.” charlotte said, folding her arms in front of her chest. “stefan, are you really sick? because i’m…i’m crazy worried about you && when i’m worried, i tend to be over-caring && even a bit off, so don’t lie to me. i’m taking things very seriously && you ‘acting’ sick is just not okay.” the brunette said, her features obviously showing how much his sickness had affected her. “tell me the truth.”

“Yes! I’m sick I promise!” Stefan explained, clutching his stomach more. “Did you just say.. you’re crazy about me?” He asked, totally leaving the word ‘worried’ out of her sentence. “I knew it, I knew you love me back.” He got up, dancing a bit forgetting that he was supposed to be sick. Shit! Stefan stopped dancing, and went back to clutching his stomach but the jig was up, Charlotte knew he was faking. -- “Okay okay, I’m not sick.. I just wanted your attention.” He confessed.