The machine beeped loudly in the room, and I chewed my lip as I stared at the doctor bending over Damon and checking his pupils. I should never have tried to make him remember. I shouldn't have prodded his memory. I should have just let him be. I paced, checking on him as the doctor assessed him.
Why did he convulse all of a sudden? Why was that happening to him? He didn't deserve any of it. I should have known better and not poked at his memory. It was all my fault. I wanted to do something, anything at all, to make him better, but I didn't know what to do. All I could hope was for him to get better.
He doesn't remember what happened?" Tara asked.
She glanced at Damon and then back at me.
"Yeah," I inhaled loudly.
"Lily told me how something similar happened when he was a kid. He forgot a part of his memories as a kid," I pulled my hair.
"I should have known he wouldn't want to relieve it. Why did I have to poke at his memory?" I hit my head.
