Watching Damon walk up into the cabin, Elena felt hands close around her, one settling over her mouth. And with a sharp snap to the neck, darkness closed around her. Sitting straight up, she gasped, heart racing. It took her a few minutes to notice her surroundings. A hospital bed, heart monitor beeping frantically. And one arm was cuffed to the bedstead.
What was going on? Where was she? "Damon?" She called out, yanking at her restraint. "...Stefan?"