The last thing Elena had remembered was being in the hospital. She'd been groggy, but she'd seen her blood being drained before the nurse had given her a sedative. Klaus' orders. The blood and the sedative both, most likely. She was useful to him, or she'd be dead again already. Obviously that wasn't the case, though.
Coming to, she couldn't quite force her eyes open, still fighting against the effects of whatever drug had been injected into her veins. Eyes moved lazily beneath lowered lids as she struggled back to consciousness. And then, with a soft inhalation, Elena forced her eyes open with all the effort she could muster. It was only a crack, but still enough to let her know that she was no longer in the hospital.
"St..." Voice cut off as the events of the prank night came back to her. Stefan was no longer the man she had loved. No longer the person she'd tracked and hoped and prayed for during those long months apart. Unsure of who, exactly to call for, Elena swallowed, working against a dry mouth.
"...Hello?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, unused for who knew how many hours. A lump was growing in her throat. Where was she? And who was she with?