Elena suddenly arrived at his side and he almost felt ashamed to have her see the mess he was in right now. She'd been there the first time he'd gone through this.
He shook his head at her words. "No, you don't," he murmured weakly to Elena when she said that she wished she'd heard it the first time.
As Stefan started to talk to Elena Damon fell back into another hallucination.
"I’m lost
I’m not that kind of lost
Metaphorically. Existentially.
Well, yes I do. Can you help me?
No, uh well yes a little. Maybe. No, please don’t leave. I really do need help. Don’t move.
Neither do I. But it’s all I got, is trouble.
What’s your name?
Jessica. I have a secret. I have a big one. But I’ve never said it out loud. I mean, what’s the point? It’s not going to change anything. It’s not going to make me good. Adopt a puppy. I can’t be what other people want me to be. What she wants me to be. This is who I am Jessica.
I’m not sure. Because you are my existential crisis. Do I kill you? Do I not kill you?
But I have to Jessica. Because I’m not human. And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world! That is my secret. But there is only so much hurt a man can take.
Okay, you’re free to go."
He suddenly started to cough again and spit up blood all over his hand and then he flopped back onto the ground.
"Ally?" he asked, no longer able to see her. He wanted her to know he was grateful for the blood. "Thank you," he mumbled weakly.