Damon had hated that you had been injured so fatally that the only way to save you was to turn you into a vampire— he hated it. That it had to come to that point, where it was the only option to keep you safe and alive. Because now you were suffering, trying to stop the instinct to feed on an innocent person, the feeling that always came within the first week of being a vampire. Caroline said this would happen, and now you were struggling without blood, without sustenance, and he couldn’t watch that happen, now now, not ever.

He couldn’t let you stay like this forever, it felt immoral. That’s how this had all started, and now he had to help. God, he’d never been this madly in love before, not ever, and it’d come to the point where he’d do anything in his power to keep you happy, anything.

Just name it.

“Here— fuck.” He brought his hand to his mouth, using his canine to slice a little through his palm, blood coming from the cut he’d made. Hopefully this would help, but at this point, he’d do anything. God, the motherfucker that attacked you would pay.

Wait— focus on you, not the piece of shit.

Damon couldn’t help but give you a look that said ‘don’t tell Stefan’. The dude would give him a long lecture, and it was never the time for a lecture from Stefan, let’s be real here. For now, let’s focus on how you’re in pain from not feeding. “Feed on me.”

If it was up to Stefan, he’d give you animal blood, but he knew that wouldn’t track for long. It’s not like he wanted to do this, in his opinion, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. So, now that’s out of the way, his blood it is. Only option.

For fuck’s sake, focus on you.