Slipping Through Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or its characters. This is rated M for violence, language, and adult content. I do not suggest for those with the weak of heart.
I'm taking her home with me and all dressed in white
She's got everything I need, pharmacy keys
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
"The nurse who loved me"
A young woman named Bonnie Bennett rubbed the sleep from her tired emerald eyes. They brought out the warm glow of her bronze skin and chocolate brown bob haircut that barely brushed against her shoulders. The harsh florescent lights in the cafeteria would have been unflattering on anyone else. It even made the already pale blue walls look bad. She arrived early to work to meet with head doctor Klaus Mikealson to discuss her new patient. She had been begging for a bigger obstacle and she was finally going to get it.
"Are you sure you want to do this Bon-Bon?" Caroline Forbes, her co-worker sat across from her in a white lab coat that matched Bonnie's. "Yes I'm sure Care, you know I always want to help people and the challenge is just a bonus." The blonde girl wrinkled her nose and handed Bonnie a white foam cup. "Half coffee and half hot chocolate just like you like it." Bonnie took the cup and blew softly though drinking it so soon was going to burn her tongue anyway. She couldn't have caffeine without a little sugar or chocolate in it. It went down her throat smoothly both soothing her and waking her up.
Minutes passed at they enjoyed their morning small talk until suddenly Caroline began to fidget with the nail file from her pocket. Her eyes darted over Bonnie's shoulder as she squirmed anxiously. Catching her best friend's uneasiness she quirked her brow. "What's wrong?" "Mojo is here." Mojo. The nickname all the girls called Klaus because of his 'Don-Juan' reputation. Bonnie did her best to stifle her laughter; she enjoyed watching the strange hateful but playful attitude the two displayed towards each other since they met.
Both Caroline and Bonnie were in special schools due to being advanced in academia at such a young age. Both graduated high school at 14 and managed to find a working place together. It was the private and expensive Harold Durham Psychiatric Ward at only age 22. "Don't worry Caroline; the other girls got nothing on you." Her blue eyed friend made a 'haw haw' noise and gave a wave before hurrying off. "I just don't see why you couldn't work with the patients on the third floor. Rebekah may think there's a beehive in her head yet is set on being my therapist. Well, later Bonnie."
"I think she likes you." Bonnie stuffed her hand into her lab coat pocket while the other held a clip board close to her chest. Klaus did nothing to hide the grin on his face as he nodded. "What makes you think that?" Bonnie tilted her head and arched a brow at Klaus as if it were obvious why. "It's so cute how she fidgets whenever you're around, she won't even argue with you anymore." "Well, you don't debate with a 'master-debater'." Bonnie rolled her eyes at the crude pun. "Enough about that . Tell me more about this patient." Bonnie held out the clipboard to review their papers as she listened intently.
"Damon Salvatore. Age 30. He was removed from the penitentiary for the criminally insane 5 years ago due to exceptional behavior. Because of his family's influence and funding he has made it to floor 8 with the rest in solitary confinement patients until he is able to interact with the other patients on the lower floors. Maybe we could even get him into art therapy class or the reading club."
Bonnie nudged Klaus with her shoulder upon hearing his sarcasm. "So what kind of psychopath are we dealing with here?"
"The sympathetic kind."
"Sympathetic psychopath? Like Marcel? King of the bleeding hearts on floor 6?"
"No, instead of consuming the hearts of widows he's more of his own… hero. He's into animal rescue and the environment."
"A murderous tree hugger?"
"He does away with criminals, thieves, abusers… cuts them up and donates food, as in chopped and cooked bodies, to animal shelters or composts them. He has quite the green thumb." Klaus smirks only to earn a disapproving glare from the woman next to him. Clearing his throat he continued. "The man is extremely intelligent. He's a phycology graduate and was a medical student until he was finally caught and arrested five years ago after the murder of his brother and the man's wife who happened to be his ex."
"I see..." Bonnie understood a matter of the heart is what triggered a majority of their patients.
"He didn't deny it. Even pleaded guilty. After being moved to a crisis stabilization unit two years ago, he's been surprisingly calm, almost too calm. If it were anyone else I don't think I could allow you even on this floor. One on one for now, then maybe you can get a little time with Marcel."
"Funny. But you did this because I'm good at what I do Dr. Mikealson."
Klaus paused and placed a hand on Bonnie's shoulder to stop her before they entered the lift. His eyes flickered in concern; he couldn't let anything bad happen to the doctors beneath him. "Remember, we want to create a safe, non-threatening environment that maximizes staff involvement, encourages team building, and promotes harmony. If things get too strange...If he does manage to get into your head, you need to stop."
"I will, I will. I promise. If you hurry, you can catch Caroline in the laboratory on floor 3." She smiled and nodded to reassure him but secretly hoped she didn't bite off more than she could chew.
Damon's body was exceptionally motionless in the steel chair he was handcuffed to. His intense ice blue eyes almost never blinked; instead they crinkled in the corners as if he were constantly laughing. His lips were pressed tightly together and jaw clenched. Most of his calmness was a result from being sedated nearly 12 hours out of the day. Damon's tongue ran over his bottom lip as he caught sight of the green eyed doctor wearing Coco Chanel. Bonnie leaned against the door as soon as she entered and tucked her engagement ring into her pocket.
"Good evening Mr. Salvatore." Bonnie chirped sitting behind the desk in the office she would be using for the day. "I'm -"her breath caught in her throat as she settled her eyes at the man across from her. He was incredibly beautiful. Something that rivaled old statues made in praise of the most handsome from the past. Hair so black it nearly shone blue and glacial orbs that rivaled the sky on a clear winter day.
"T-they sent me here to speak with you for 1.2 hours every Thursday afternoon. I hope we can make some progress so in the next 2 months you will be moved possibly by two or even three floors and be able to interact with some of the others. Until then I want to improve your mental stability." She did her best to sound warm and inviting but still strong and authoritative. It was easy in theory but difficult when attempted.
Damon raised his brows amused and tapped the arms of his chair playfully. "How sweet are you. Are we filling in for you father doll face?" His smile was small but darkness radiated off of it that sent a chill up her spine.
Bonnie let out a sigh, she wouldn't get used to being teased for her age in the workplace. Scooting closer to her desk, she pulled off her name tag and held it out to him to get a better view. "No, I am thee Dr. Bennett . I hope that my youth does not prove to be an issue Mr. Salvatore." Before she could lean back in her chair to view his expression, an unexpected force knocked her back as he kicked her desk with all his strength. Her chair flew back against the wall causing her to fall as he began to hell at the top of his lungs.
"Is this a joke? You people send me here to have kumbyah talk with a damn child?!" Bonnie climbed up from the floor and quickly pressed the button for security instead of giving in and cowering in the corner holding her notebook to her chest. Thankfully the nurses entered the room just as he was about to kick the desk in her direction. He spit and cursed as they held him down to inject him with a strong sedative. "She's fucking 12!" Within a matter of seconds his growling and heavy breathing slowed as his head dropped ungracefully.
Bonnie righted herself immediately after, before anyone could ask if she was alright. Now that she had a peek into what she was getting herself into, it only made her more determined.
Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed reading. Please feel free to leave a review or a message. If there are any mistakes please bring them to my attention. I am really into the (almost) unrequited love nurse/patient kind of thing so I decided to give it a try.