Damon had never been on the brink of death before, but he was certain that this was what it felt like. His shirt was drenched with his sweat but his skin was cold and clammy to the touch. Every symptom he was experiencing was a symptom attached to a fatal condition - a werewolf bite. He’d spent so much time in the past few days looking over every inch of his body for a bite but he couldn’t find so much as a scratch. It was puzzling, but not the strangest thing he’d experienced since slipping through the seal.
He’d never compiled a bucket list before, but now seemed to be a good time to get certain things out in the open. He had already told Elena via the com system that he loved her. Now all he wanted was to see her one last time face to face. He washed his face and combed his hair, but the face in the mirror was anything but its pleasant usual self. Damon was paler than usual and looked like he was going to fall over dead at any moment.
There were fewer people out on the streets than usual. He wasn’t the only person sick. The people that usually milled about town with pleasant expressions on their faces were home in bed or crowding the hospital emergency rooms. Maybe some were as bad off as he was.
Damon bumped into a man and found himself even more unsteady than he had been. He scrambled to hold onto the back of a park bench. Would he even get to see Elena before he fell over dead?