BLIND LOVE

From: Lovely Vero

Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe TVD & the Originals

Main pairings:
Caroline Forbes & Klaus Mikaelson
Katherine Pierce & Elijah Mikaelson

Also starring:
Bonnie Bennett and Kol

Summary:

After fatally losing her mother, her sight and use of her legs in a car accident, Caroline Forbes is placed in the hands of braille expert and physical therapist Klaus Mikaelson.

Elijah Mikaelson, C.E.O. of Mikaleson & Lockwood - lawyers firm, will step over his pride before asking his brother to help his female assistant to regain her physical strength, while giving her all the necessary tools to help her cope with the loss of her sight and ability to walk.

In the process of supporting his employee with the terrible ordeal of losing her mother and need to psychologically cope with all her loses after her car accident, he'll meet the fearless surgeon Katherine Pierce who won't bend easily under his hands of steel.

PROLOGUE

The tall brunette got off the elevator while methodically placing her stethoscope around her neck, before hurrying her steps toward one of the emergency rooms of the Santa-Rosa Hospital.

"Katherine Pierce, I've been paged. What are the victims' status?" Surgeon and practitioner Katherine Pierce inquired the medical staff present in the first room she had entered.

Several nurses were prepping the present female victim, and this from caring from her wounds, to checking her blood pressure and heart rate to administrating several syringes medication into her vein, to help the victim cope with the trauma her body had to endure. But it's the one filling her chart that promptly replied to her the first.

"E.R. 101 & 102, both females victims of a car accident, this one is in her late twenties, multiples lacerations on her face and body, pieces of windshield are located in both her eyelids and eyes. She has lost consciousness several times during and after the emergency dispatch reached the scene. They informed us the car had tumble several times before hitting a tree. This present victim was stuck between the dashboard and a piece of metal from the roof that compressed her back for hours. " The biracial nurse gave a thorough explanation with several nods of her head. "That is the main reason we paged you, Dr. Pierce."

"Did you page Dr. Hamilton for her eyes? He's one of the best in that field." Pierce questioned the young woman, her thumb raising the left eyelid of the victim to verify the redness and condition of the retina.

"We couldn't, he was "off" duty. But, he's been notified by phone by the front desk." The nurse responded in the affirmative.

"What is your name, nurse?" Katherine Pierce questioned.

"Bonnie. My full name is actually Bonnie Bennett. I just transferred from Royal Hospital to Santa-Rosa." The young nurse responded proudly with a shy smile blessing her full lips. "And it's an honor to be here."

"Well Bonnie Bennett, can you inform me if this female victim has complained about anything related to her legs or back when she arrived? Was she coherent at that stage?" The brunette continued to interrogate.

"She came in and out of her semi-state of consciousness since she has arrived. She was agitated, her blood pressure was highly elevated. She asked several times about her mother' condition – which you probably realized by now is the other victim in E.R. 102." Bonnie started exposing the facts of what she could remember from the previous hour. "But wait…Yes! I remember she wanted to get out of bed and couldn't move her legs; but it barely lasted a few seconds before we could restrain her as she lost consciousness once again."

"That is unfortunately what I was afraid of." Katherine commented, sighing loudly while her right hand palpated the base of the victim's neck. "Do you see that her skin has elevated at the base of her neck, right up her spine?"

"Yes." Bonnie nodded; her attention fully centered on the medical knowledge this highly praised female practitioner was willing to give her. "It's like a bump the size of an egg has formed up her spine, under her skin."

"Precisely. Her spin was compressed for so many hours that I highly doubt that woman will ever be able to walk again." The surgeon commented, mostly to herself. "But, like I've previously asked, I need you to prep her for a scan of her spine like yesterday, in the meantime I'll go check her mother in the other room. What's her status?"

"I … Well, I couldn't say Doctor Pierce, I was asked to assist in this room, but I know that Dr. William is by the mother's side now. He wanted a consult from you for both victims…" The nurse was cut short in her say by the sudden entrance of the head nurse barging through the communicating door between the two emergency rooms.

"Is there a problem Cheryl?" Katherine asked, her sight narrowed on the middle age, redhead woman, black skin woman.

The said Cheryl rapidly glanced in direction of the young female victim lying unconscious on the table before informing in a low tone: "Dr. William asked me to tell you, Dr. Piece, that we just lost the mother. Time of death: 12:45 a.m."

Bonnie swallowed her saliva while trying to contain her tears from falling down her cheeks. After a few years of practice in emergency rooms; some of the patients' trauma and stories were still able to affect her deeply. This present mother & daughter's one was no exception.

"Well, I guess you won't need my consult for her mother after all." Katherine commented, toneless; before pulling her chirurgical gloves from her hands. "Prep this patient for a scan, Nurse Bennett. I need to know the extent of damage on her spine. "

"Yes Dr. Pierce." Bonnie replied while following her silhouette leaving the emergency room in her bright pink running shoes.

"Is this the first time you've met Dr. Piece?" Cheryl asked Bonnie.

"In person, yes. But, I've read so many of her articles in so many medical journals. She is just amazing in her field of expertise." Bonnie responded, enthusiastically.

"And also a real barracuda in the operation room." Cheryl added in a whisper with a roll of her eyes. "And she don't like to wait for the medical staff. So, if I was you I would hurry that scan on her patient."

"Right away!" Bonnie agreed, enthusiastically.

Thursday, October 18th, 2017 - 9 hours prior the accident …

"I placed all the files of the McDonald case on your conference table." The bubbly and tall blonde started explaining to her boss, Elijah Mikaelson, one of the C. . of Mikaleson & Lockwood law firm. "Also…." She continued before dropping about a good twenty other files on his desktop. "These are all the files that you've worked on the past six months. I strategically placed "answers/post-it" where you could have a few random questions related to each case. In my spare time, I've purchased several bottles of milk and cream, I've stock the kitchen cabinets with your favorite coffee beans, sugar and the energy bars that you are so found of when you don't have time to lunch or enjoy dinner. I am only a phone call away if "ever" you are not able to find something, and…"

"Caroline?" Elijah Mikaelson cut her short, placing his large right hand over hers in an attempt to silence her. "Breathe!"

"Don't be silly … I breathe! I breathe all the time!" She exclaimed joyfully, a large smile spreading on her pink lips.

"Then just relax, you're leaving for a four days week-end; I highly doubt the firm will go crashing on its own in your absence." He added, returning her smile. "As for the coffee, I think that I'm more than capable to buy some if "some" were missing from the said kitchen cabinet."

"What do you mean by highly doubting the firm would crash without me? Wasn't I on the top of my game the past few months?" She suddenly lost her smile, confusion plastered all over her face.

"What? Why would you think that?" He exclaimed, beating himself up for not thinking clearly before opening his big mouth. Backpedaled Elijah, or you won't hear the end of it from you very capable assistant, who's an insecure one also! "No, no … Of course not! You were on the Everest top of your game. You've exceeded all of our expectations, and the past years you became indispensable and you're a hell of a legal assistant, Caroline."

"Thank you mister Mikaelson." She replied, redness filling her cheeks. "That's why I'm feeling so bad for leaving you, and…"

"Caroline!" He warned in a firm tone of his voice, while raising both eyebrows. "Firstly, when we are not in presence of clients, it's Elijah."

"Elijah, right." She nodded, agreeably. "But…"

"No but…" He shook his head. "Secondly, when was the last time you took a single day off from the firm?"

She nervously jumped from one foot to the other, turning a strand of her blonde hair around one of her fingers while biting her bottom lip. "Eh… Well, the last time was sixteen months, one week and three days ago." She finally admitted. "But, to my defense you just told me that I was indispensable to the firm."

"Have you ever thought of becoming a lawyer, Caroline? Because you certainly know how to argue a case." Elijah winked, playfully. "This said, I don't want you to argue anymore; I want you and your mother to enjoy this time off at the cabin." He ordered, gently; before burying his right hand in the front pocket of his Armani suit. "You'll see, it's beautiful in the mountains in this particular time of the year. Here's the key of my S.U.V. and to the front entrance of the Cabin. I've taken the services of a maid to clean the place, refresh the sheets of both beds and fill the refrigerator with various meals. The DVD' bookshelves is filled with new releases. Don't ask me the titles, I barely have time to sleep these days, but you'll find a great variety from romance to suspense. Oh! And before I forget there's Roger, he's the sheriff at the nearby village and a good friend of the family, he'll be in contact with you on Friday to verify if everything is OK, and if you or your mother need anything. "

"Oh my God, mister Mikaelson!" She exclaimed, placing both hands on her burning cheeks. "I mean Elijah, this wasn't necessary. My mother and I, we could have done the groceries and the household tasks ourselves." Caroline argued, vehemently; taking a sitting position in front of the mahogany desk, while crossing her legs dressed of Mary-Jane high heels, before smoothing the folds of her black pencil dress. "Already, you've done more than enough by being so generous toward us. Do you know how much it would cost me to rent the S.U.V. or one of the same prestigious cabins?"

"Take it as a bonus for your hard work for the past sixteen months, one week and three past days." He teased, amicably. "Plus, to be fair I'm grateful you'll be able to enjoy it with your mum. It's been…" He suddenly paused, his eyes lost in the emptiness of his office. "It has been a few years since my last visit in the mountains. The family can't be present anymore, but it certainly needed to be reopened for friends." He added, with a smile empty of emotions.

"Did you stop going since you and your brother parted ways?" Caroline inquired, confidently.

"You did not forget about this past misconduct from my part, did you?" He lowered his back on the high leather desk chair, pointing a finger in her direction. "Another great quality of a good lawyer is certainly his or her selective memory."

"It's not every day I've seen you "down" an entire bottle of Scotch while looking at a picture of a young man who sported a smirk on his face and had dark curly blonde hair." Caroline expressed, nodding. "It was your brother, wasn't it?"

"You do remember vividly how he looked, Caroline? Is it because he's your type of man?" Elijah teased a bit more. "I thought I was more of your style?"

"What? Yes… No!" She exclaimed, tormented, while turning red for the second time in a row in a short period of time.

"So if I was still acquainted with my brother, and he would by pure chance cross the threshold of my office, you wouldn't faint in front of him?" he continued to torment her; a smirk raising both side of his full lips.

"I … I don't know him, I can't presume of anything. I couldn't say that I would or that I wouldn't. I just remembered the image of him from your laptop because of my photographic memory. He has very distinct facial traits. " She mumbled some kind of explanation to her superior while nervously rubbing her hands. "As for you, you're a very handsome man, mister Mikaelson. Can I say that my boss is handsome without getting into trouble? I don't even know anymore. But I know that I've grown to like the beard you grew on your face but I would never … I mean, I have a high respect for you as my superior and my work, but I'm sorry I would never mix business with my personal life and risk losing my job."

"Caroline?" He called her name, small laughter escaping his parted lips.

"Yes?" She replied, nervously; swallowing a lump in her throat.

"I was teasing you." He informed her.

"Oh thank God! I was already packed for the cabin and I couldn't find a way in my head to inform my mother that we wouldn't go after all because I'd been fired of my job for trying to seduce my boss." She babbled none stop, while gesturing with her arms and hands.

"Breathe, relax and enjoy your time off at the cabin with your mother, would you?" Elijah suggested, stretching his legs to rise into a standing position.

"Will do." Caroline replied, rising into a standing position herself before turning on her heels to reach the door.

"And Caroline? Can I ask you to refrain from mentioning my brother ever again?" He's part of my past, and has been since many years now. I want him to stay there." Elijah demanded, politely. "He was a tormented man with much darkness inside of him; which made him commit the unforgivable thing. Even if you would meet him in better circumstances, you would not be suited for him – You're a ray of sunshine, and he certainly wouldn't be suited for you."

"I'm so sorry. It certainly wasn't my intention to make you feel uncomfortable." Caroline replied with her hand resting on the door handle.

"You did not make me uncomfortable, Caroline, don't worry about it." Elijah shook his head, a smile spreading over his lips. "I hope you and your mother will enjoy yourselves at the cabin."

She nodded and granted him a smile in return, before swirling on herself once more.

"I know it's not of my business and entirely your personal life, and I promise to never mention your brother again, but …" She commented, sliding the tip of her tongue on her bottom lip. "I think if he was really out of your life, you wouldn't be so disturbed by the mention of him."

"It's complicated, Caroline." He replied, his eyes now facing the panoramic view of his sky-high office. "It's complicated."

"Mama?" Caroline Forbes called, her cellphone tugged between her ear and shoulder; while trying to load her bags into the S.U.V. trunk.

"Caroline, darling… Did you just finish work?" Elizabeth Forbes asked her daughter. "I've just finished pack myself."

"Yap! I'm finishing loading the trunk of my boss's S.U.V. as we speak." She responded to her mother through her device.

"Caroline! Why are you loading one of your boss's cars right now?" Liz questioned, objecting vehemently. "Don't tell me you've borrowed it from him to drive to the cabin?"

"No, of course not! Mister Mikaelson insisted and I wouldn't hear the end of it, Mama; he offered and that was "that"." She started explaining. "There wasn't a way for me to find a single "way" out of the car situation."

"It must be so luxurious inside." Her mother commented, excitedly.

"Well…" Caroline replied, taking her sitting position inside; a huge smile plastered on her face. "The softest heated leather seat I've ever set my butt on." She added, with a small laughter, before starting the engine.

"He's so generous! We need to buy him a good bottle of wine to thank him for all of this." Liz suggested.

"He's more of a Scotch person, but I hear you and we'll do that at our return from the cabin." Caroline replied, turning the steering wheel to the right leading her to the main highway. "I'm on the main highway now, I should be there in fifteen."

"I'm waiting for you, darling and I am so excited for the time we'll pass together this week-end." She added, anticipation perceived in her voice.

"Me too Mama, me too." Caroline replied, smiling.

Present time – middle of the night … Santa Rosa Hospital

The red BMW came to an abrupt halt on a screech of tires in front of the emergency room entrance of the Santa-Rosa Hospital. Elijah Mikaelson jumped out of its driver's position before hurrying his long and rapid strides toward the sliding doors of the emergency room entrance.

"Can I speak to someone regarding two women who were brought here after a car accident?" He demanded with the firm hit of his closed fist on the counter and the commanding tone of his voice filling the nurses' reception area.

"Are you family of the said victims?" A middle age, redhead nurse asked with her eyes narrowed on the noisy intrusion, before reluctantly putting her turkey sandwich down on her desktop.

"No, but …" Elijah replied, nervously passing a nervous hand through his tick dark hair. "I'm her boss, she's my assistant, and I worry that …"

"Then I suggest you contact the immediate family of the victims to have more news." The nurse replied, dryly; grabbing her sandwich left on the counter to bite full teeth into it.

"Did you hear a single word of what I've just asked you?" Elijah exclaimed, angrily.

"Loud and clear!" Cheryl replied, dryly. "It's you sir who seems to have a hearing problem. Maybe you could come back in the morning to book an appointment with one of our fine physicians. That should probably help you hear well."

"What's your name nurse?" He inquired, both of his closed fists placed on the counter. "And where's the complaint department? I want to make a complaint about your inability to do your job correctly and in a respectful way."

"My name is Cheryl Williams, head nurse of this emergency room." She replied, raising her chin in the air in a confronted way. "The administrative office opens at 9:00 am, perhaps you could set an appointment when you'll book one for your ears as well?" She perniciously added.

"Damn it woman!" Elijah lashed out, his right closed fist hitting the counter once more. "I could easily sew this hospital and leave it penniless, as well as leaving you without a job!" He threaten, insensible. "If I were you I would rethink my attitude and give me the needed information or I swear if I need to burst inside each patient room of this hospital to find my assistant and her mother, I will!"

"Are you threatening me and this hospital, Sir? Because if you are threatening me I'll have no other choice but to call security." Cheryl replied, calmly; before grabbing the phone in her hand.

"Is there a problem, Cheryl?" A female voice interrupted their joust while making Elijah turn his head at Katherine Pierce sudden appearance.

He rapidly slide his sight on the length of her: Tall, dark brunette, dark chocolate eyes, and a "to die for" silhouette covered by a white lab coat. If he was truthful to himself, she was exactly his type of women, if it wasn't for the sour expression plastered on her face that ruined the sexy image. This woman was lethal, he could tell … But, so was he!

"Doctor Pierce." The head nurse saluted, amicably. "No don't you worry about me, everything is under control. You're leaving as I can see, have a peaceful rest of the night."

"Are you a doctor here?" He questioned, abruptly leaving his standing position in front of the reception counter to reach Katherine's standing position.

"What gave me away? Oh wait! My stethoscope placed around my neck or is it my lab coat?" She asked, surly; a fake smile plastered on her red lips. "You seems to be a perspicacious man, mister?"

Not only "perspicacious" but extremely handsome if she was honest with herself – not that she could care less especially when that handsome man was also so pretentious! But, the question that was popping more and more in her head now was the one that he could be related to the Forbes mother and daughter cases?

"My name is of none importance." He replied, in a drier tone than hers; before pointing toward Cheryl. "What is though, is that this woman is purposely withdrawing information about my assistant who has been admitted with her mother in this hospital, after a car accident. And that on the stupid fact that I am not family."

"Then, you are congratulating Cheryl for a job well done, I suppose?" Katherine asked, while joining her hands and narrowing her sight on the tall bearded man. "Because, the protocol thought her to not divulge information on a patient if asked by an individual other than members of the immediate family. Are you a member of that said patient's family, sir?"

Elijah bit his bottom lip, the tip of his waxed black Prada shoes hitting the ceramic floor in rhythmic tempo; with both hands placed on each side of pelvic. Damn she wasn't one to bend easily!

"Come!" He suddenly grabbed Katherine's right elbow to drag her a few feet away.

"I'm sorry … Get your hand off of me, sir!" She protested, pushing the intrusion away; but not before feeling an electric shock spreading in the length of her arm.

"Doctor Pierce, you want me to call security?" Cheryl rose her voice to be heard.

"No I'm fine." She waved the back of her left hand to the head nurse. "Just know that I don't like to be manhandle by men who have no respect for others, and especially women. What do you want now?" Katherine asked, dryly. "If you keep coming at me and the medical staff, I'll have no other choice but to call security on you. And I'm sure your friend who has been admitted, by your say, wouldn't appreciate the way you are behaving right now either."

"Answers!" Elijah spat, angrily. "That's what I want. And it's not my friend but my personal assistant at the firm who had been admitted tonight after a car accident." He informed. "She was driving one of my cars that is "how" I've be notified."

"Lawyer I suppose?" Katherine arched an eyebrow, crossing both arms in front of her chest.

"What… What that has to do with anything?" Elijah barked.

"Well, you've said "firm", I can only presume by your insufferable attitude and God complex that you're a lawyer." Katherine came to the single conclusion with a tilt of her head.

"And I could only presume that your princess complex comes from the fact that you are trying to make it as woman doctor in a speciality field where positions are majorly taken by men?" Elijah replied, crossing his own arms in front of his bulged chest.

"Oh my God!" Katherine exclaimed, before tilting her head backwards to burst into a loud laughter. "What year do you think this is, 1968? Tell me something sir, is your brain truly the size of your dick?"

"I beg your pardon?" Elijah blenched over the insult.

"It must be the size of your very small brain, which would explain why you feel so insecure, because I don't remember the last time I've heard such a macho comment on female doctors!" She lashed out, angrily.

"I'll have your ass out of this hospital before noon if you're not offering me your humble apologies in the next five minutes." He mumbled, under clenched teeth; his face at a near inch of hers.

"You're right. I'm terribly sorry." She presented her apologies, with a single nod. "As a doctor I don't know what came over me to express myself with the wrong medical terms."

"Well, I guess … that's a start." Elijah accepted her strange apology, still not sure that it was entirely one.

"Instead, I should have said that your "penis" must be as small as your brain!" She counterattacked with a smile, before swirling on herself to walk back to her medical bag she had left on the counter. "Now I want you to leave, Sir; or I'll call security."

"Good one, Dr. Pierce; you are making me proud." Cheryl whispered, with a wink.

"Aren't you obligated to give information to the head insurance person of the accident victim?" Elijah hurried his long strides to join her at the reception counter.

Both Katherine and Cheryl exchanged a quick glance, before the nurse decided to speak.

"You will tell us now that you are in fact the said insurance person?" She rose an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Look at the file of Caroline Forbes; you'll see that I am." Elijah suggested, pulling his driver's license from his leather wallet.

"That is impossible! You're working in a lawyers firm not an insurance company!" Katherine busted, with much impatience perceived in her voice.

"I'm co-owner of a sub-insurance-company." He replied with a wave of his right hand to stop her unnecessary comment.

"He's right. He's the head insurance person." Cheryl had to confirm. "You want me to fill him in on the victims' medical condition, Dr. Pierce?"

"No, I will." She sighed loudly; while burying both hands in her lab coat front pockets and raising her head to stare into his dark glance, before coldly exposing to him the medical facts: "Your assistant suffered multiple lacerations in her face and body. Her back was stuck between the roof of the car and the dashboard for multiple hours before the paramedics could get her out of the car debris. She had several pieces of the windshield in her eyes, which could leave her blind and she is now semi-paralyzed and could, if not operable, be paralyzed for the rest of her life. Her mother couldn't survive her injuries, therefore she is dead. Now that you've got the needed information you've came for filling the insurance paper, I want you to leave." She concluded, before grabbing her medical bag and leading her walking steps toward the exit.

Bitch! He thought to himself while walking her out of the emergency room.

Klaus Mikaelson reached the back wall of his office, decorated with huge bookcases placed nearby the bay window, only to slide one braille book beside a few others on one of the shelves. The Rose-Marie Help Center for the blinds and handicaps has been his safe heaven the past six years of his life. It is where he was able to regain strength and stability by helping unfortunate souls find dignity and a second chance after losing their life "as it used to be". And only after a hard and long process would they realize that they could build a new one.

"You know there's this specific sour odor that I could still recognize even if I would have lost both my memory and my smelling sense." Klaus commented, a smirk raising both sides of his full lips. He swirled on his heels only to face his long-lost brother who was standing underneath the arch door. "And oddly enough it's related to you, brother."

"I can only imagine that you're referring to my man cologne?" Elijah replied, dryly. "It's true that I've always been quite faithful to my choices in life; even the most frivolous ones such as cologne. I couldn't say the same for you. You were all over the place and couldn't even follow a single direction."

"It could have been your cologne, the after taste used to make me quite nauseous to be frank, but this time I was referring to your insufferable pretentiousness." Klaus added, perniciously; sliding both hands in the front pockets of his distressed pair of jeans.

"Klaus." Elijah saluted formally, a thin line forming on his lips.

"Elijah." Klaus nodded in return. "What gives me the pleasure? How long as it been?"

"You perfectly know how long it has been, Nicklaus." Elijah replied, slyly, before taking a few steps to reach the bay window.

"Your method of torture has grandly deflated over the years if you think a full moon visit could finish me off." Klaus commented, sarcasm easily perceived in his tone. "This said, I wouldn't be a good host without offering you something to drink in return of the great gesture you've made by visiting me after seven long years. And this even if you're lacking politeness by showing in the middle of the night. You were lucky that I was still present at the center. But then again, it's pretty rare that I leave the place." He added while opening the door of a classical "1953" fridge placed near a camp bed, in a corner of the room. "So I have water, lemonade, a few bottles of Coke and a few beers that I've stuck in there for the bad days. What will it be? I know beer has never been you're strong suit, but… You'll have to forgive me I'm out of Cabernet."

"My…" Elijah started his sight lost in the night sky, before passing a nervous hand over the tensed muscles of his bearded face. "Caroline Forbes, she's my assistant at the firm, and her mother have been in a car accident. It's bad … Really bad…"

"Go on…" Klaus replied, before dropping a bottle of beer (intended for his brother) on the window edge.

"Unfortunately her mother died from her injuries, and …" Elijah loosen his tie with his left hand while his right reached for the bottle before taking a few gulps. "For what I could gather as information at the hospital, a few hours ago, Caroline could lose her sight and use of her legs."

"How old is she?" Klaus asked, toneless.

"She's 29." Elijah replied, gulping the rest of the bottle.

"Other family beside her mother?" He continued questioning.

"No. She's an only child. She had lost her father when she was a little girl." Elijah confirmed, swallowing more of the amber liquid.

"Is she in an intimate relationship with you?" Klaus continue questioning.

"No, of course not!" Elijah lashed out, dropping the empty bottle on a nearby desk. "Do you take a sick pleasure questioning me this way? What's the point of it anyway, Klaus?"

"The point of it, Elijah, is to establish why you feel so responsible for what have happened to your assistant? You could feel empathy for her agony and lost, I give you that; but why would you feel remorse? And what I can feel in your voice now, is "remorse"."

"Funny that you would be the one talking about "remorse" Nicklaus." Elijah spat, perniciously.

"If you would be so kind to not forget that it's you who came to me; not the other way around." Klaus replied, slyly, before letting the silence of the night wrapped its darkness around them both.

"I gave the key to my S.U.V. and to the cabin to Caroline for her to enjoy an extended week-end away from the firm, with her mother." Elijah finally admitted. "She was driving to the mountains when the accident occur. Of course I would feel responsible."

"Where you the one who purposely triggered that accident?" Klaus asked.

"Of course not!" The tall bearded man replied, in a loud exclamation.

"Then, there shouldn't be any remorse from your part." Klaus concluded, reaching his brother's standing position in front of the window. "Believe me, I should know … I invented the word after all. Isn't it what you've implied earlier?"

"Bottom line will you help her?" Elijah demanded, clearing his throat and his mixed emotions with a discreet cough.

"I'll give a call to the hospital where she has been admitted to offer my services. That's about all I can do for you to this point." Klaus replied with a nod. "In the meantime, I need to hear more about Caroline's medical conditions. It's her name, right? Because, just "maybe" it's not as bad as you think and they'll manage to operate for her to walk again or maybe her eyesight will come back. What hospital admitted her?"

"Santa Rosa Hospital." He responded to his brother, while pacing back and forth in front of the small desk. "That "bitch" female doctor who I've met at the emergency room wouldn't gave me more information about her present condition than the ones I gave you, pretesting I wasn't family to the patient while telling me my dick was the size of my brain!"

Klaus suddenly turned his head, a large grin spreading over his lips, before tilting his head backward to burst into a loud and frank laughter.

"I don't see what is so funny about her none professionalism, vulgarity and rudeness." Elijah questioned, angrily.

"Because calling her a "bitch" doctor is more upstanding coming from a lawyer' mouth I suppose?" Klaus commented, sarcastically; while gulping his own bottle of beer. "But I need to give her prompts for squeezing your balls so tightly."

"Yes damn it! It feels good to call her a "bitch", especially when a sweet person such as my assistant is involved and that wannabe doctor is refusing to hear reason!" Elijah continued to lash out.

"I would have given two months of my salary to witness that scene!" Klaus exclaimed, mockingly. "Please, tell me who that true goddess of a female doctor is?"

"Of course you would; you were always driven by a dark sense of humor." Elijah hold his pacing, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "Her name? Like I would remember what her name was … Doctor … Kat…. Katerina … No, Doctor Katherine Pierce! Yes, that's her."

"Katherine? I've worked with her on many cases. She's an amazing surgeon in her field of expertise, Elijah. If I was you I would beg her for forgiveness and I'd try my best to be back in her good grace." Klaus suggested, sincerely.

"Yeah … I'll do that when hell will freeze over!" Elijah exclaimed, reaching the exit door, before holding his pace, back turned, hands buried in his pockets. "I've heard you are one of the best in your field too." He confessed, a lump being swallowed in his dry throat. The beer hadn't worked its magic enough to make him forget his rancor toward his brother. "Can I count on you, Klaus? Can I count you'll help Caroline if her life is turned upside down and if she'll need to learn how to live again?"

"I'll help her if she needs it." Klaus nodded, in agreement. "I promise you."

"Thank you." Elijah nodded in return. "Also I would gladly appreciate if you could keep your real identity anonymous."

"Are you worried she'll find my charm more irresistible than yours?" His youngest brother teased.

"Farewell, Brother." Elijah shook his head, a shy smile spreading over his lips; before turning on his heels to reach the exit.

In a few weeks, on this 2018 summer, I'll give my final goodbye (like many others) to the long journey that ''Vampire Diaries'' and ''The Originals'' was for me.

I entered my first TVD forum in December 2010, and during this long journey I've grown so much into this virtual life as a writer but mostly as a person, gaining lifetime friends and learning so much about myself through joy, laughter, tears and pain - and bottom line I wouldn't change a thing!

BLIND LOVE will be my "closure" and I hope that for those who will choose to go on this journey with me and read this story, it will bring you tears and pain … But also, joy and laughter…because that is what life is all about.

Veronique (also known as: Lovely Vero)