As the minutes ticked away, Damon became more and more anxious waiting for Dawn. He wasn’t only concerned with just his safety, but also for hers. He was gradually becoming more convinced that he should have just rejected her offer of help. It seemed that he had developed a conscience over the years in spite of looking out for number one constantly.
Finally, he caught sight of a slight form slowly approaching his territory. He was certain that it was Dawn - He could see her hair and face. A smile took its place on his face upon seeing her, but faltered and faded when he saw the shape was in. His fears proved real. Something had happened to her because of him needing her help.
“Dawn?” Damon hurried over to her, catching her in his arms as she tumbled to the ground. “Dawn??” He repeated, lifting her into a standing position. She was looking like she was in bad shape and he could easily smell her spilled blood.
“Jesus,” He muttered, appraising the situation. He had to get her inside and then he would find a way to heal her. Damon stooped down slightly and lifted Dawn into his arms. It looked as if he was cradling her as he made his way back into his apartment building.