It was working, Stefan was suffering without the blood. He was hallucinating it having left him for years now, he'd been without it a decade at this stage and it would only keep on going. And then, the pain. The pain that he needed because Stefan Salvatore needed to feel. He needed to suffer pain because pain was real. Pain was here and now and pain was what would break through the barrier. And though Lexi hated to hurt him, she would. Over and over, in every way she knew how because it was the only way he'd remember himself.
"Not a chance" she said coldly, to his order to give up. It would work. It had to work.
"Like I told you. You need to hope for something again. And maybe its friendship, maybe its that idiot brother of yours, or maybe its Elena Gilbert. But we're all worried about you and we all want to see you come through this, so...take your pick."
Lexi walked to the door and leaned into the grate to call for Elena to come in, because Stefan was secure, he was weak, and he was getting there. And it was going to be hard for the girl to see him like this, but she had to, because maybe she could do some good here. And much as it pained her to say it, maybe Damon would help someday too. If she could stomach him being around her for long enough of course. Elena called Lexi went back to her place in front of Stefan, pulling the stake from his shoulder and burying it in the other one.
"Focus" The pain would hopefully overwhelm the lust for the kill, for blood. "You focus on me, you focus on the friendship we have, you focus on it. Remember, think back and remember to better times. You hear me in there Stefan?"