Brooke crumpled to the ground, too weak to even try to stand. She had enough consciousness to think that it was really unfair of him not to finish it off. She didn't want to die by bleeding out all over the sidewalk, alone and cold. She wanted it to be over. Her neck felt like it was on fire and she was aching all over, but she just couldn't gather the strength to move. She wished Damon was there, even if it was just to hold her until she was asleep. Slowly, with Damon's face in her mind, her eyes closed.