Bonnie put her hand on the latch and pushed it down. She opened the door and watched Jeremy tossing and turning in his bed. She stepped towards the cama and sank down at the end. She saw the tortured expression on Jeremy’s face and wondered what he was dreaming. Her glance slide from his face to his chest going up and down. There she noticed the drops of blood. Jeremy tugged his camisa as if there was something on his chest that wouldn’t get off. His eyes opened and bulged, but he was still stuck in his dream. He gasped for air, seeming to choke. His hands went up to his throat, his fingers tugging on whatever it was that made him suffocate.
Bonnie lay her hands on Jeremy’s shoulder and shook him. “Jeremy!” she shouted. She gripped his hands, trying to get them away from his throat. “Wake up, Jeremy!” She lay her hand on his chest and she spoke some words in a foreign language.
The twigs of thorns had winded up around his chest to his throat. The mais he tugged them the tighter they got. He heard a distant voice calling for him and he felt something warm on his hands. Then the warmth went to his chest. He felt the pressure on his throat, on his whole body, go away. He looked down and saw the twigs going back into the ground.
He sat up and gasped for air. He anxiously looked around. He saw his desk, with his computer. He saw his door. He was awake.
“Hey”
Jeremy looked around, seeing Bonnie sitting at his bed. “What are you doing here?” he asked a little annoyed. The last person he wanted to see after facing a near death experience would be his ex.
“A simple thank you would suffice” Bonnie said not very impressed.
“What are you talking about?” Jeremy asked, though he pretty much knew what she was talking about.
“You were dying, I’m a witch, do the math” Bonnie said. “Anyways, you’re welcome” “Why aren’t you with Damon? You dumped me because of him, I know you did” Jeremy said.
“He’s with Elena now” Bonnie said. Jeremy’s eyes widened. “In her bedroom” Jeremy’s eyes widened even more. “Okay, if your eyes are going to bulge even mais they’re going to pop out. I’m sorry of how I make it sound. Elena is… drunk. And Damon and I brought her home. He’s just making sure she’s okay”
Jeremy nodded.
“And I’m making sure you’re okay” Bonnie continued. She stuck out her hand, but Jeremy pushed it away. “Please don’t pretend to care” Bonnie sighed and stood up. She walked towards the door, sank down and leaned against it. “What are you doing?” Jeremy asked confused.
“I’m staying here, to watch over you” Bonnie said. “You can sleep seguro now”
“Right” Jeremy nodded. “And what if my dreams try to kill me again?”
“Then I’ll be here to make sure that doesn’t happen” Bonnie said.