“Damon, I feel sick” Elena moaned. The racing had made her feel nauseous. And her neck beat painful. Damon braked, but kept Elena in his arms. He examined Elena’s wound. “That looks awful”
“It hurts” she complained. Her face was withdrawn and she gagged. Damon pulled her up and held her with one arm. His other arm he brought to his mouth and bit. He held the wound against Elena’s lips. “No” Elena groaned. “I don’t want that. It’s disgusting”
“You have no choice. I’m not letting wewe die” Damon said. “Come on, drink”
Elena averted her head.
“Elena, don’t...
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