Stefan was still very unsteady on his feet, the world was no longer loud and the bloodlust he often failed to keep at bay was now gone. After fighting his way out of the earth, Stefan had ended up in downtown San Francisco, he took one look around and suddenly blacked out, crashing to the ground.
The next time he woke up, he was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling with the fan slowly going around. Groaning in pain, Stefan blinked and glanced to the side, spotting him sitting on the chair next to the bed. All he could do was give Damon a half smile, his throat and mouth were so dry and dirty that he didn’t dare to speak.