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Elena Gilbert (_doppelganger_) wrote,

By the time she stirred again, it was light. The humming of tires on the road was making her head pound worse than she'd thought possible, and Elena moaned softly, eyes sliding open and cringing at the brightness.

"Where are we?" She questioned. "What's going on?" It didn't match up. It had been dark. And....she vaguely recalled Damon lifting her out of... shit.

She pushed herself up a bit further in the seat. "....Damon?"

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