She picks up her phone. The second she hears the familiar voice of the man who always brings her safety, she notices once again how much she needs him.
Damon: Finally. Where are you?
Elena: I’m okay, i’m not dead or a vampire or anything else like that.
She talks very fast and right now doesn’t even care that he hears her crying.
Damon: Just tell me where you are. I’ll come and get you.
- - -
He doesn’t say a word when she gets in the car. She can see he is angry - trying his best to hold himself together - and she knows, she doesn’t have to say anything either.
After a while she feels him looking at her and curses herself for not being able to hold back new tears.
Damon: You are gonna be okay, Elena.
She thinks he says it more to himself than to her, because her safety means the world to him.
