“Da—Damon?” she groaned, trying to lift her head, lifting her hands to where mine were trying to stop the bleeding.
“Thank God,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. However, her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling. “Breathe, Blair, breathe.”
“Damon—”
She was in shock, and so was I, I but I needed her to focus. “Blair, I swear if you bleed out here and abandon me, I will never forgive you. And I will curse you at your funeral.”
She somehow managed to smile, reaching up to hold her head. “Don’t make jokes like that. They aren’t funny,” she said.
“I know,” I said as I brushed dust from her eyes.
“Damon.”
“What?”
She didn’t answer, her eyes wandering down to her stomach, my eyes following, and there we saw the piece of wood impaling her, the blood soaking through her black dress.
“If I die—”
“We are not having this conversation today,” I told her. “Let’s postpone it for another eighty or so years.” I pulled the wood and she bit her lip to stop from screaming when I tried to move her.
“It hurts!” she yelled.
“I know. I know. Baby, but we got to get out of here. I’d rather neither of us be cooked alive.”
“Ugh.” I coughed again, turning my head to the side.
“You need to get out,” she whispered, brushing the blood from my nose again.
I shook her hands away. “I will leave when you leave,” I told her.
“I can’t—”
“Blair! When I say I’m not leaving you, I am not fucking leaving you, do you understand me? Just keep thinking of tomorrow. We are getting a tomorrow.” Even my voice wavered at that. “The paramedics will be here any second.”
As if they heard, I turned and saw firefighters, the beeping from their jackets growing louder as they drew closer.
“What did I tell you?” My body felt so heavy.
“Damon!”
The last sight I saw was of her blue eyes wide, panicked and scared, tears falling from one eye over her nose and onto the ground.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“And…Cut! Perfect! Amelia, Noah, we’ll be heading back to the hotel to wrap up one more bedroom scene.”
The moment he said it, I opened my eyes again, coughing as I sat up, as did she.
“If we are ever in an explosion, ‘damn, you’re beautiful’ is the perfect line,” she joked, but I didn’t even want to think of it.
In my mind, just like Damon and Blair, we always had a tomorrow.
Amelia
“Act—ion!”
“I didn’t want to get out of bed. All of my muscles burned, and I swear to God, Damon, if I have to spend another day smiling and laughing with the rest of those goddamn elitist bitches, I will lose my fucking mind,” I muttered, burying my face into the red pillow on the amazingly soft king-sized bed.