#thcdamned

    elena’s fingers ever so gently securing his sling, careful not to hurt him, but also tying it tight enough to heal properly. after it’s secured to her liking hand sweeps upwards from his shoulder to gently cup his cheek. her brown gaze is molten, concern evident. “ damon salvatore with a broken bone... never would i think i’d be saying that. ” she teases lightly as a kiss is pressed to his lips softly. it’s a chaste kiss. simple. lovingly. her hand drops and she gets to her feet from the couch. their apartment needed decorating, to be made a home-- their home. but elena would get to it later. she heads to their laundry room quickly throwing on cozy sweats and a old t-shirt. elena ties her hair into a ponytail happy to be free from her hospital clothes. ( she didn’t have to be a vampire to smell the scent ) fishing around in her work bag she pulls out what she’s looking for and heads back to damon a grin on her lips. they were okay. their family was okay. and this comforted elena. and she knew those small moments of comfort were to be cherished. elena swiftly straddles his lap, ever so gentle not to disturb his arm that would need a few weeks to heal. from her hand she lifts a bright orange bottle and white lid. shaking the pills around they make a obvious echo as the contents dance before falling silent. “ it’s like the human version of vampire blood. ” she muses, holding the bottle out to him. it was a very human moment to say the least. “ i looked at the x-ray it’s a comminuted fracture. these should help the next few days while it heals. ”