[It was difficult, to slip out from Spencer’s bed, to leave her body alone. But he was hungry now, starving after letting her feed the night before, and he went for the blood, draining a bag before he spoke a word. He ignored the nurses disgruntled looks at his half-naked body, disposing of the bag and going back to where Spencer still slept. Gently, he brushed her hair from her face, kissing her temple since she wasn’t awake to taunt him for it. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and the pen and paper from the table, scrawling out a note. “I’m not far - I left your lover for company, just in case I’m not here when you wake up. - D”. He folded the shirt and set the note on top, before moving towards the hallway in search of another to replace it.]
[Derek blinked awake. He felt better, marginally, at least - enough that he could think again, could remember what had happened. He cursed himself for being so stupid, taking the time to threaten instead of simply sliding the blade through his throat without preamble. He sighed, searching for someone he knew. He was thirsty, bone-achingly thirsty. His throat felt raw from screaming.]
Damon burst into the hospital wing, ignoring the startled looks from the nurses and heading straight for Spencer’s bed. Anyone who looked at him would think he was normal - fine, even. Unless they knew him well. His hands were balled into fists, eyes cataloging every single movement in the room. His jaw was tense, shoulders balled tight.