(A/N: Hey guys! This is my second Klaroline story on here. I hope you enjoy it, please leave me reviews to let me know what you lovely people think! I like to make my chapters titles to songs I listen to while writing the story, so I encourage you to listen to the songs to get all the right feeeeeels. The song for this chapter is "Look After You" by The Fray.)

Klaus's POV:

I pull my car up to the hospital and park close to the front. It's my first day here. For any average nurse, that means being ready to piss your pants. Luckily, I'm not nervous. I suppose that might have to do with the fact that my brother Elijah is one of the doctors here and he helped me get the job.

I make it three steps into the building and already, the receptionist is nagging me to sign in and to get checked by security. I'm not in the mood to retort anything witty back to her, she's just trying to do her job. So I do as she says, and by the time I'm done, Elijah rounds the corner and greets me.

"Klaus, you made it," he says, as we move in for a quick hug, "Did you find the place okay?"

"It's a small town, Mystic Falls. I don't think I could get lost even if I wanted to," I reply sarcastically and grab my things from the security check.

He laughs lightly, "Well that's good. Let me show you around."

We head over to a room behind the receptionist's desk that has a sign reading 'STAFF ONLY'. Elijah unlocks the door with his set of keys and we enter. Inside there are separate offices, a file room, a break room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small wall of lockers.

Elijah points me to mine and gives me a small set of keys. He explains what each one is for, and then hands me my own set of green scrubs to get changed into. All nurses wear green, the doctors wear blue (sometimes with their white coats over), and the patients wear white. The assistants and volunteers wear their own miscellaneous designed scrubs.

While he gives me a tour of the three story building, we talk about what's new in our lives. I tell him about going back to school in the Fall to get my PHD, and thank him for helping me get the paid summer internship at the hospital. We talk about our brother Kol and how he's been a party animal his first year of college. I think it might have to do with the influence of his new friend Damon. Then there's our younger sister, Rebekah, going into her senior year of high school and enjoying all her extracurricular activities.

"Have you heard from Mom?" he asks me.

"Just that she misses us and is excited that we're working together," I tell him.

"... And Dad?" he asks carefully.

I give him a stern look. He knows I don't get along with Dad. Technically, he's not even my Dad. My mom had an affair with some random guy, and then I happened.

"Alright, alright. It was worth a try," he says and changes the subject, "So who's the lucky patient?"

Elijah gave me the opportunity to pick my own patient to study before I came down. We briefly talked on the phone about a few, but there was one in particular who stood out to me.

"I was thinking of that one girl who's been here for seven years," I say as we head back into the 'Staff Only' area, "The one that suffers from Delirium?"

"Caroline, eh?" he says and opens the door, "Really? What about the mute girl, Elena?"

I shake my head, "You said she hasn't spoken since her parents died, and that she doesn't respond to treatments. I can't help anyone who doesn't want to be helped."

"Fair enough," he says while unlocking the door to the file room, "Let me grab you her file and I'll go get her."

It takes him a second to find the file, then he hands it to me and leaves. I change into my green scrubs, grab a cup of water, and sit down in the break room looking over her information:

Name: Caroline B. Forbes

D.O.B.: 8/28/1994

D.O.A: 11/20/2004

Mother: Elizabeth Forbes

Father: N/A

Address: 20133 Oso Avenue

Mystic Falls, VA 22314

Home Phone: (703)-555-5555

Diagnosis: Suffers from severe Delirium.


-Quick change between mental states

-Changes in levels of consciousness or awareness

-Changes in sleep patterns

-Confusion (disorientation) about time or place


-Decrease in memory and recall

-Disrupted or wandering attention

-Disorganized thinking (incoherent speech)

-Personality changes

Prescribed Medication:

-Thorazine- mental health

-Zoloft- anxiety, stress, o.c.d.

-Restoril- insomnia

Personal Notes: Takes medications daily, although not always effective. Cooperative, a pleasure to assist.

This is as far as I get when Elijah returns to the room.

"She's waiting in the conference room just outside, on the right," he tells me, "Good luck."

"I'll see you in a few," I say with a smile while grabbing her folder, and make my way out the door.

As I walk down the hallway, I notice there are small round cameras on the ceiling. EVERYWHERE. I secretly pray for the fool that would decide to malpractice here.

I find the conference room on the right and take a peak inside through the window on the door. There she is. Her back to the door. Blonde, skinny, and pale. Dressed in all white scrubs. She's by herself, sitting in one of the middle chairs at the giant table. There is a hopeful aura about her as she plays thumb war with herself. I chose the right patient.

I place my fingers on the door handle and press down.

Caroline's POV:

And there he is. Okay, don't screw this up Caroline. Focus.

"Hello Miss Forbes, may I call you Caroline?" He asks me, placing my file on the table and sitting in the chair across from me.

"Mhm," I tell him. I have to be careful at what I say. Elijah said this guy is going to be studying me. I want to make sure that I can prove to him how hard I'm trying to defeat my illness. If I do that, maybe he can help me.

"Alright now Caroline," he says, opening my file, "I'm going to ask you just a few basic questions to get us started, sound good?"

"Mhm," I say and sit up straight.

"What is your full name?"

"Caroline Beula Forbes"

"When were you born?"

"August twenty-eighth, nineteen ninety-four."

"Your birthday is coming soon, any big plans?"

"In here? Yeah right."

He chuckles. That's a good sign. Maybe I can actually be myself with him.

"Where do you live?"

"Block #16," I say, "It's a whopping thirteen by ten feet, not including the bathroom."

He's smiling.

"I meant what city? State?"

Now it's my turn to smile.

"Mystic Falls, Virginia."

"What is your mothers name?"


"And your Father's?"

I open my mouth to say, but nothing comes out.

"…I-I don't remember," I tried hard to recall it, but that part just keeps coming up blank.

"That's okay," he says calmly, "One step at a time."

He continues, "When were you admitted into the ward for Delirium?"

"When I was ten."

"And you've been an inpatient here ever since?"

"Yep, seven years," I sigh and look down, playing with my fingers again, "It feels like seventy..."

"Do you remember what caused you to go into Delirium?"

"No. I mean, I remember having a fever," I shrug, "But everybody gets fevers."

"Right," he marks something down on one of the papers, "So, what do you remember?"

I take a deep breath and let it out, "My mom taking me to the hospital and the nurse telling me to change into my new clothes. She also said she was going to give me a balloon afterwards, but that never happened."

"That's interesting," he says, looking up at me.


"That you remember that small detail with the nurse, but you don't remember what caused you to end up in here."

"Well, I really wanted that balloon."

He chuckles. I like seeing him smile.

"How long have you gone without experiencing-"

"Two months," I say immediately. I know he was going to ask me about my hallucinations.

"And when was the last time you experienced one?"

"Two months ago," I say proudly.

"Oh, well congratulations."

"Thank you," I say through my smile, and take a small bow, "They say if I go six months, they'll let me out of here but I'll still be on watch. They'll have like, a nurse come to my home every week or something like that. My goal date to make it out of here is October twenty-eighth."

"Well, Caroline," he writes something down again, "I'm going to make sure I do everything in my power to see that you do."

He looks up at me and smiles. I can't help but smile back.

"Dr. Mikaelson, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

I sincerely hope I don't ruin things with this, "What made you pick me as your subject?"

He doesn't answer. His mouth hangs slightly open as he stares at me.

I try to rephrase it,"I mean, there are plenty of needy patients here. Why me?"

"… Why not?" he says, and folds his hands on the table.

We stare at each other.

"I had a handful of people to choose from. When I came across your folder, I saw a fighter," he looks at me intently, "Caroline, you are strong, beautiful, and full of light.I know you can get yourself out of this dark hell you're in. And you will. Whether that be with my help or not."

Now my mouth is slightly hanging open, "… You think I'm... beautiful?"

He smiles, "And sassy. I'll see you tomorrow Caroline."

He closes the folder and stands up from his seat. He's just about to head out the door when he stops himself.

"Oh!" He turns around, "And I'm not a doctor yet, you can call me by my first name. It's Klaus."

"Okay, Klaus... thank you," I say politely.

He smiles and walks out the door.

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