Damon had phoned Kitty and told her he and Blair were on their way to the hospital, and for her to meet them outside so that he could get his keys. As Blair walked past her, barely even acknowledging the petite blonde in her quest to find Sam, Damon stepped up to Kitty and held out his hand. "Keys," he said, sounding like he was about to rip someone's head off, and didn't particularly care whose.

Kitty flicked an eyebrow up at Damon's tone. "Thanks ever so." she stated frostily as she dropped the keys in his outstretched hand. "We got here in time between stabilizing his Dad and the real surgery...so Sam got to give his hand a squeeze. He was unconscious but that doesn't mean he didn't know and Sam sure the fuck knew. So, it did truly help." As she spoke, Kitty's voice softened into genuine thanks and the huge worry she still felt for Sam came through. "And Sam won't ask but I know he can use all the support and friendship he can get, when you can." With a sigh, Kitty relented and leaning down, she looked searchingly into Damon's eyes, "What's wrong? Why so pissed? What can I do to help?"

Blair flew through the halls until she located Sam, then dashed to him and pulled him into a tight hug. "How are you doing?" she asked, very gently, as she took in his condition, "And your Dad?" she almost whispered, imagining how she would be doing if her dad was in the hospital, even angry at him as she was, she knew she would be terrified.

In reply to Kitty Wilde (msg # 2):

   "It's fine," Damon said. "Glad I could help." With that, he turned away and walked to his car, getting in and preparing to drive away, tho' he first had to reset the radio.
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In reply to Blair Waldorf (msg # 3):

   San nodded, his face downcast. "He uh, he's in recovery," he said quietly, looking down. "Mom's in there with him now." He cleared his throat, blinking back tears as he did so. "They uh ... the doctors ... they said he'll be fine." His voice began to choke as he continued. "If ... if he just ...." His voice trailed off and with an effort, he managed to pull himself together long enough to finish. "If he wakes up," he said, finally looking up at Blair with eyes stained red with unshed -- and shed -- tears.

Blair squeezed Sam's shoulders, "I know he will wake up. Hopefully, it will be quickly but I've seen it take a little time. He just needs some time to heal, after all, he's finished with the hard part now." She smiled encouragingly at him, "If there is anything, anything at all, you need, ask. I know I don't know everyone here like you do, but I know you. I have no doubts that anyone would do whatever they could because you are a really good guy." She sat down next to him and took his hand. "I'm going to stick around for awhile, keep you company. Unless you want me to get you something first? Coffee? Food?"

Kitty watched Damon for a moment then went back inside to Sam and Blair, patting Sam gently and giving him a warm smile, then turning to Blair, she took a deep breath and quietly asked, "Blair, is Damon going to be alright? Did something happen? He seemed very un-Damon. It was weird. I thought he would come in and...I dunno...say something or do something that would help." She shrugged and looked at Blair expectantly.

   Blair looked up at Kitty and smiled a slightly sad smile. "No," she said, shaking her head. "Damon doesn't 'do' hospitals. Not since his mother died. Even when his brother was sick, Damon wouldn't visit him, not 'til they moved Stefan home for hospice care." She reached out and took Sam's hand, squeezing it in her own. "He just ... he can't," she said, shaking her head again. "But we're here for you Sam. As long as you need us." She raised her eyes and gave Kitty a look, one that said very clearly, "Don't argue with me."

Kitty listened to Blair's explanation and shook her head sadly. Thinking about how awful what Damon had been through, she didn't register at first that Blair was giving her a look. She mentally ran through what Blair had said and surprise and confusion slid across her face quickly followed by her own look to Blair over Sam's bowed head, "Bitch. I will beat your ass." Her tone showed none of that, it was all gentleness and caring, "Of course Sam. Blair is actually correct. We love you and we'll be here." Sitting down on Sam's other side, she gave him a one-armed hug, sucked up her anger and was a friend.


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   Kitty's eyes fluttered open as she tried to figure out why she was laying down. Slowly, things came into focus, and she looked around; she was in what was obviously a hospital room, jusging by the half-pulled curtain around her bed and the iv drip next to her. The clincher, however, was the nurse checking the monitor for her vitals. "Wh --." Her voice was raspy and she swallowed before trying again. "Where am I?"

   The nurse smiled down at her. "Finally awake are you? He'll be so relieved." Kitty's head swum as she tried to make sense of the nurse's words. "Who ...?" Her voice trailed off again. The nurse reached out for the cup of ice water and held the straw to Kitty's lips. "Here; drink slow." After a few sips, Kitty pulled away, her mouth and throat already feeling better. "What happened?" she asked, her voice stronger.

   "You were in a wreck," the nurse said. "He'll tell you all about it, I'm sure." This time Kitty turned her head, following the nurse's gaze. Damon was sitting next to her bed, his head tilted in sleep. As Kitty looked at him, he moved his head, his eyes coming open blearily. "Hey," he said softly. "You're awake."
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Kitty smiled weakly, "The last thing I remember is heading to your place. Then opening my eyes here. I think I'm missing some things.  But at least I woke up to your beautiful face." She reached out and brushed her fingers gently across his face, "And you are alright?"
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   "I'm fine," Damon said, the corner of his mouth raising in a half-smile. His eyes, however, spoke differently. "I am now, at any rate," he said, reaching up to brush away an errant strand of hair from Kitty's face, before taking hold of her hand and bringing it to her lips. "Some idiot wasn't paying attention and drove into a school zone without stopping," he said. "Apparently you tried to swerve, but it was too late." Damon smiled that tight smile again, the one that really wasn't. "Hate to have to tell you this, but your car? Yeah it's pretty much dead." He hesitated briefly, before adding, softly, "Everyone was worried, they've all been thru here the past couple of days."
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   Before Kitty could reply, the door opened slightly and Mr Schue stuck his head in. "Hey," he said, his tone faintly surprised. "Kitty, you're awake." He opened the door more fully, showing that he was accompanied by Miss Pilsbury and several of the other Gleeks. As everyone filed in, Damon smiled ruefully at Kitty and moved away to make room for the others. Somewhat to both his and Kitty's surprise, Blair was one of the last ones to come in. She raised an eyebrow appraisingly at Damon, before turning to smile somewhat brittley at Kitty.

   "I'm glad you're awake," Blair said, before turning to leave. "I'll come back in a bit when it's not so crowded." With another odd look at Damon, Blair turned to leave. "I'll be back," Damon said to Kitty, before turning to follow Blair.

Kitty caught Damon's eye and silently pleaded with him to hurry back then smiled as graciously as she could at the crowded room. "I'm sorry I worried everyone. Unfortunately I don't remember anything, including why I'm in here. But I think I'm going to be okay. So, how long have I been out?" She looked curiously around, seeing her fellow cherrios, Santana, Quinn and Brittany, the football types, Puck (with Rachel of course), Finn,  Sam, Curt. She looked at Mr. Schue thinking he would certainly tell her what happened and what he knew and then the others would chorus in as they usually did. She glanced toward the door, wondering  WTF was up with Blair showing up and wishing Damon would hurry back.

In reply to Kitty Wilde (msg # 14):

   "It's Friday," Mr Schue said gently. "You've been here since Monday evening." He shook his head. "We were all worried about you; the doctors said it was just your body's way of healing, but ...." His voice trailed off as the others made supportive noises. Mr Schue smiled tightly; "Anyway, you're awake now, so that's good. I'm sure Damon was thrilled. ... He hasn't left your side since they brought you in." Mr Schue stepped back to let the others in, and they crowded around Kitty's bed, telling her what she'd missed, and generally doing their best to cheer her up and make her feel better.

In reply to Blair Waldorf (msg # 13):

   Blair had reached the parking lot before Damon caught up with her. "Hey, Waldorf!" he yelled. "Hey!" Blair spun from where she'd reached Cyrus's car and glared at him. "What?" she asked, her tone dripping with icy venom.

   Damon stood there in silence, searching for the words to say. "How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace?
   When I stand here taking every breath with you, and you're the only one who really knows me at all"

   "Well?" Blair bit out, as much to herself as Damon. She stood there looking at him, waiting to see if he'd actually speak. "How can I just walk away from you, when all you can do is watch me leave? 'Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain, and even shared the tears, and you're the only one who really knows me at all

   So take a look at me now; well there's just an empty space, and there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face"

   "I just ...." Damon's voice trailed off as he looked at Blair. "O take a look at me now; well there's just an empty space,
   And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face" Shaking his head, he turned to leave.

   Almost against her will, Blair took a half-step towards him. "That's what I thought!" she snapped, her furious eyes locked onto his form. "I wish I could just make you turn around; turn around and see me cry. There's so much I need to say to you so many reasons why you're the only one who really knows me at all"

   Damon spun and began stalking aross the parking lot to her, his face a mask of confliction. "So take a look at me now; well there's just an empty space, and there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face"

   Blair stood her ground, unwilling to flinch away. "Now take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space, but to wait for you is all I can do and that's what I've got to face"

   Damon came up to stand in front of Blair, almost panting, as if he'd had to run a great distance to get to her. "Take just take a look at me now, and I'll still be waiting here"

   After a long moment, Blair lowered her eyes, biting her lip as she, too, searched for words to say. "And you coming back to me is against all odds but it's a chance I've got to take" With a sigh, she turned away and began opening the car door, as Damon watched silently. Without either of them speaking, she got into Cyrus's car and drove away, the tears finally appearing on her cheeks as she saw Damon just standing there in the rearview mirror.

   "Take a look at me now . . . "