Where I Belong

CHAPTER FOURTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FOURTY-SEVEN

Santana took a deep breath before knocking on the large forest green door. Damon’s arm curled around her shoulders as he couldn’t walk without assistance. He gasped, constantly in pain from the broken ribs and bruised face. It was all her fault, she knew it. Even though he told Nova everything, she shouldn’t have gotten so drunk in the first place. They were both equally at fault.

The door creaked open and she noticed Nesta’s impassive expression as the woman looked at them. “I have dinner made, come in,” her voice crackly sounding. Was she sick?

She followed behind the woman, towards the kitchen area. A song played in the background that sounded like an oldie. Nesta poured herself a cup of tea and turned to them.

“Umm, Nesta, Damon’s not healing fast enough from his injuries. Can you help him?” she pleaded using a wishful tone. That certain tone you use to get your parents to buy you something.

“The real question is will I help him?” she raised an eyebrow at Santana.

“Nesta, please!” she begged with tears in her eyes. The woman stayed quiet for a moment until she turned around and looked through the kitchen cabinets.

“This,” she said while twirling about towards them “Is my special tonic. No one else knows about this but Casey. So in return for helping him, I want it to stay a secret. Do you understand?” she asked.

“What is it?” she eyed the tiny blue bottle with suspicion.

“It’s a tonic I made a few months ago. It fixes any broken bones, internal bleeding etcetera. The bruises will still be visible though,” she said happily. “I am very proud of my work and don’t want it stolen. If it got into the wrong hands, imagine what could happen?” she informed her.

“Are you sure it works?”

“Do you want him to get better or not?”

She turned towards Damon “This should help you, okay? So open your mouth to drink this,” she held it up to his lips. He complied and coughed slightly as the liquid went down his throat. She stopped a giggle from escaping her throat as she saw his face. It must have tasted nasty.

“Sick,” he mumbled before screeching as his broken bones snapped back in place. “It hurt a lot, but I’d rather feel the pain than drink that nasty shit. It tasted like fish guts, not that I’ve eaten fish guts!” he heaved.

“You complain after I helped you?” Nesta shook her head at him.

“Thanks Nesta. And please don’t blame this all on her; it was my fault that it happened in the first place.”

“Thank you so much Nesta,” she bowed her head in respect towards the kind elder.

“I didn’t do it for you, I did it for Damon,” she pointed a finger at him.

She nodded. “I was wondering-” Nesta cut her off “If you could stay here?”

“Yes,” she pleaded with her eyes.

“I’d say yes to Damon and no to you, but then he’d just leave too then. So you can stay. The pack will most likely give me hell for helping you both,” she sighed.

It was late at night and Santana was curled up on the couch with a blanket. Damon in front of her, slept on the pull out chair with his feet up. There was a guest room upstairs with only one bed, which had been offered to Damon. But he outright refused to sleep in it if she didn’t with him. He had been sleeping for an hour already, but she wasn’t as lucky. Her thoughts were filled with what happened. She missed Nova’s warm body next to hers, his touch and smell, even his voice. It felt like she was being tortured being away from him. Her heart ached as she thought about his note.