Night 50: M21-M30 Hallway

[toxicspiderman]

O.K., what had made it back with him. Pipe, flashlight, toolbox? All present and accounted for. The kit had a few new dents in it, courtesy of one exploding lab bench, but the hinges still open and shut. He didn't need it tonight. A bottle of mixed pharmaceuticals extracted from it was enough in case something tried to eat them or Scarecrow's

Comments

Re: M26

[broodings]

His situation became no clearer as Stefan stepped out into a dark, silent hallway outside his room. A row of identical doors lined one long wall of the closed corridor, like a dormitory or - as he eyed the grimy tile under the rubber soles of his borrowed shoes - a hospital. His shoulders tensed automatically at the realization. If he could help it, Stefan tended to avoid hospitals, unable to completely trust himself when bleeding wounds and blood banks were involved. Especially now, so soon after falling off the wagon, after everything he'd done...

But then, the reason he'd let himself go out into the Founders' Day crowds was because he trusted himself to be able to control his hunger. Because Elena believed he could. Elena. It was at her behest that he'd left her with John Gilbert, and at the time, he hadn't been thinking far beyond the unexpected fear of losing his brother. One nod from her was all the encouragement he'd needed to run after Damon - if he'd been a little more careful, if he'd taken the time to wonder what John had planned-

No, "Uncle" John wouldn't have hurt Elena. Stefan didn't really know the man beyond a few awkward words exchanged at the Gilbert house, but he couldn't imagine a father wanting to harm his child. At least... not unless that child was a vampire.

Or in love with one. Stefan's eyebrows drew together as he pushed the thought down, along with the memories it dragged out. Elena had to be safe. The Founders' Council could do anything with him, being a vampire, but John Gilbert had to have kept her safe. And if what the Council had chosen to put Stefan here instead of letting him burn up in the fire, then maybe... Damon...

The cheap shoes squeaked as Stefan turned and broke into a run, having only one direction to go.

Re: M26

[broodings]

[to here]