[ here, have a typo, damon. caroline forbes just typo-ed.
he's lucky, she's been hit and it's bad, considering she hasn't been sick in several years beyond being bitten by werewolves and that's what it's beginning to feel like.]
( you don't just say something like that and not expect damon to drop everything to come make sure you're not actually dying, caroline. for one thing, elena would cry. )
( as if something like "possibly contagious" would dissuade him. he's on his way and he's bringing... cup noodles. cuz... soup is what people need when they're hungry, right? that's a thing. sure, cup noodles barely counts as soup, but he wasn't really expected magic illness to be a consideration, here.
when he arrives at caroline's house, he doesn't even knock, he's just coming right in, bunny and merlo on his heels. )
If you die, Blondie, I swear to god I'll bring you back just to kill you myself.
[ she knows it's useless. she shouldn't have texted him, she thinks, she should have just asked elena. then again, elena wouldn't have behaved much better.
it's not a surprise that he comes right over. and right on cue, whiskey is out from under the bed for the first time in like a year to greet her best buddy, bunny.
caroline is in her room, in her bed, underneath blankets and sweating, looking pale and awful.] Go away, Damon, [ she croaks out.] Seriously.
( bunny was a distraction, specifically brought over to keep whiskey company while damon makes sure caroline's not about to die. merlo... well, merlo just goes wherever damon does. he flies into caroline's room and lands on the bed next to her, head tilted to the side as he stares at her intently and waits for damon to catch up.
when he does, damon stares at caroline from the doorway, looking for a moment not unlike his bird... and then he comes into the room and frowns. )
[ the bird startles her.] When did you get a bird? [ she asks softly, barely above a whisper because honestly? it hurts to talk. everything about this hurts. and she doesn't have klaus's blood to help her now. she shudders a little before she looks at him.]
Nothing. I don't know... I'd been feeling kind of worn down but I just thought... [ It was emotional.] I woke up and I was sick...
When Elena was gone. They brought me the bird I had when I showed up in Mystic Falls.
( that crow that was creeping on all three of you girls, caroline, you might remember. merlo clicks his beak at her, then hops closer and begins preening her hair. it's not painful, he's being surprisingly gentle for a bird, but. it's a bird. touching her hair.
damon's so amused he's not going to tell merlo to stop. )
You woke up and you were sick? We don't get sick. You're positive you weren't bitten?
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[ she flinches at the bird because... birds are gross. at least crows are... aren't they? ] Can't you sick him on my cat or something? [ she looks at him, a little pathetically. ]
I'm positive, Damon. There's no bite. Anywhere. [ Sure, she's sleeping with a werewolf but she's been doing that for a while.]
( crows are very intelligent and fun, caroline, rude. merlo doesn't move from where he is, and damon doesn't say anything to him, but he does stop preening. rather, he hops up on her chest and settles down, sitting quietly and blinking up at her. if a bird could look concerned, merlo would. )
He does what he wants. Besides, look, he likes you.
( maybe. or maybe he's just picking up on all the concern damon's got going on and he's trying to make damon feel better by bothering caroline. one or the other. )
( his questions aren't skepticism, they're concern. how is she sick if she wasn't bitten? the clear answer is that they're in eudio. it's a whole different universe than the one they're from, and it operates on a whole different set of rules anyway, of course it would come with a different set of germs. vampire resistance might only extend to illnesses from their home universe. )
How bad are you feeling? ( does he need to get you to a hospital, in other words. merlo hops off of caroline's chest and onto the bed, but he's still staying close to her. the bird really is very worried.
I'm not... dying. [ it's not that bad, it's like a bad flue she shivers hard and pulls the blanket over her a little tighter, eyes closing for a moment. she knows he'll understand when she says: ] It feels like the first hour or two after being bitten. [ she doesn't sound scared, just... unsettled. it's not something she expected to ever feel again, it makes her feel vulnerable and human, for the first time in a long time.]
( the first hour or two after being bitten is... not a pleasant time, to say the least. not the worst it gets, certainly, so that's nice to hear, but it still sucks. )
No hallucinations, then? No pain?
( other than normal flu pain, anyway. his worries have been appeased just enough that damon doesn't feel the need to watch caroline like a hawk the whole time he's here now, andhe heads toward the kitchen, beginning to look through caroline's refrigerator and pantry for anything that might be helpful. his hearing he keeps focused on her, so they can still talk while he goes about doing... helpful human illness things.
caroline really should have called elena for this. )
Just feels like the flu. [ so not real pain and definitely no hallucinations. she shook her head when he asked before, she moves to try and sit up a little when he leaves the room. she lets out a shaky breath and immediately pushes the covers off because suddenly she's outrageously hot.
somewhere in the apartment, bunny and whiskey are snuggling.
don't worry, she did call elena. he's just the one who got here first. although, to be fair, she didn't call for help.]
Yes. But Damon, I'm fine. You shouldn't be here, what if you catch it too?
( did she really think that if she called damon and elena they wouldn't show up at her house immediately to make sure she's okay? really? )
If I catch it, I'll survive. I have an almost-doctor living with me. You live alone.
( "almost-doctor" is... let's be real, it's giving elena a bit more credit than she deserves, what with this being her first year doing any med school anything, but that's not the point. the point is, she's in med school, and if he gets sick, she'll take care of him. caroline has no one to take care of her. )
Besides, you know your mom would kick my ass if she knew you were sick and I didn't help you out.
( merlo peeks out for under the covers caroline dumped on him, clicking his beak again before he lays his head on her arm. it's... a weird kind of quasi-hug, for a bird. )
[ she'd hoped! but she probably knew it would be useless to talk them out of it. of course, everything he says stings and she's happy that he's not in the room to see the way she flinches at both truths. she is alone, she lives alone. and yes, her mother, who is so very dead, would be upset if she knew how alone caroline felt and if she didn't accept help.
the bird snuggles close and caroline feels weird about it still but she warms up a little, moving to slowly touch the bird's head, making sure he's okay with it before she strokes it gently. She tries to change the subject--]
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( what kind of question is that........ he has not encountered the illness yet, he has no idea vampires can get sick now. )
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[ here, have a typo, damon. caroline forbes just typo-ed.
he's lucky, she's been hit and it's bad, considering she hasn't been sick in several years beyond being bitten by werewolves and that's what it's beginning to feel like.]
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( how is caroline's perfectionist control freak nature not killing her over this...... )
Spill, Goldilocks, what's wrong?
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( you don't just say something like that and not expect damon to drop everything to come make sure you're not actually dying, caroline. for one thing, elena would cry. )
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( as if something like "possibly contagious" would dissuade him. he's on his way and he's bringing... cup noodles. cuz... soup is what people need when they're hungry, right? that's a thing. sure, cup noodles barely counts as soup, but he wasn't really expected magic illness to be a consideration, here.
when he arrives at caroline's house, he doesn't even knock, he's just coming right in, bunny and merlo on his heels. )
If you die, Blondie, I swear to god I'll bring you back just to kill you myself.
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[ she knows it's useless. she shouldn't have texted him, she thinks, she should have just asked elena. then again, elena wouldn't have behaved much better.
it's not a surprise that he comes right over. and right on cue, whiskey is out from under the bed for the first time in like a year to greet her best buddy, bunny.
caroline is in her room, in her bed, underneath blankets and sweating, looking pale and awful.] Go away, Damon, [ she croaks out.] Seriously.
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when he does, damon stares at caroline from the doorway, looking for a moment not unlike his bird... and then he comes into the room and frowns. )
You look like shit. What happened?
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Nothing. I don't know... I'd been feeling kind of worn down but I just thought... [ It was emotional.] I woke up and I was sick...
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( that crow that was creeping on all three of you girls, caroline, you might remember. merlo clicks his beak at her, then hops closer and begins preening her hair. it's not painful, he's being surprisingly gentle for a bird, but. it's a bird. touching her hair.
damon's so amused he's not going to tell merlo to stop. )
You woke up and you were sick? We don't get sick. You're positive you weren't bitten?
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I'm positive, Damon. There's no bite. Anywhere. [ Sure, she's sleeping with a werewolf but she's been doing that for a while.]
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He does what he wants. Besides, look, he likes you.
( maybe. or maybe he's just picking up on all the concern damon's got going on and he's trying to make damon feel better by bothering caroline. one or the other. )
If there's no bite, how are you sick?
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I'm not making this up. I don't know how this happened.
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( his questions aren't skepticism, they're concern. how is she sick if she wasn't bitten? the clear answer is that they're in eudio. it's a whole different universe than the one they're from, and it operates on a whole different set of rules anyway, of course it would come with a different set of germs. vampire resistance might only extend to illnesses from their home universe. )
How bad are you feeling? ( does he need to get you to a hospital, in other words. merlo hops off of caroline's chest and onto the bed, but he's still staying close to her. the bird really is very worried.
almost as much as his dad. )
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No hallucinations, then? No pain?
( other than normal flu pain, anyway. his worries have been appeased just enough that damon doesn't feel the need to watch caroline like a hawk the whole time he's here now, andhe heads toward the kitchen, beginning to look through caroline's refrigerator and pantry for anything that might be helpful. his hearing he keeps focused on her, so they can still talk while he goes about doing... helpful human illness things.
caroline really should have called elena for this. )
Tea's good for colds, right?
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somewhere in the apartment, bunny and whiskey are snuggling.
don't worry, she did call elena. he's just the one who got here first. although, to be fair, she didn't call for help.]
Yes. But Damon, I'm fine. You shouldn't be here, what if you catch it too?
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If I catch it, I'll survive. I have an almost-doctor living with me. You live alone.
( "almost-doctor" is... let's be real, it's giving elena a bit more credit than she deserves, what with this being her first year doing any med school anything, but that's not the point. the point is, she's in med school, and if he gets sick, she'll take care of him. caroline has no one to take care of her. )
Besides, you know your mom would kick my ass if she knew you were sick and I didn't help you out.
( merlo peeks out for under the covers caroline dumped on him, clicking his beak again before he lays his head on her arm. it's... a weird kind of quasi-hug, for a bird. )
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the bird snuggles close and caroline feels weird about it still but she warms up a little, moving to slowly touch the bird's head, making sure he's okay with it before she strokes it gently. She tries to change the subject--]
Elena should try to go to school here.