(A/N: Okay, first of all I just want to thank you guys for all of the HUGE support on the first chapter of this story. You guys are seriously AMAZING. I really enjoy writing this story, and I'm so glad you enjoy reading it. Secondly, I have two songs for this chapter. They are "Vitamin R" by Chevelle, and "Use Somebody (Cover)" by Paramore. Listen. Read. Review. Enjoy!)

Caroline's POV:

"Caroline?"

"What?" I ask, immediately snapping my attention to the support group leader.

I'm in one of the small conference rooms, sitting on the floor in a circle with the rest of the teens in the ward. We have these weekly. We all gather around and talk about our issues and how we can try to 'overcome' them.

"I asked you a question."

"Oh," I say, trying to recollect her words, "...I'm sorry, I completely forgot what we were talking about."

"No worries, wouldn't be the first time," Anna says, flashing a malicious smile and twisting her dark brown hair around her fingers.

Henrik, a 14-year old boy sitting a couple of seats away from her, starts laughing hysterically. He usually does that, along with his weird obsession of sticking his hands underneath everyone's armpits. We all have to keep our arms tight to our bodies around him.

Anna's sixteen and is in here because because she has paranoia schizophrenia. She likes to tease me a lot, especially because of my condition, but I mostly just let it slide. Every once in a while I'll get in one of my angry mood swings and try to choke her, but I've gone through another month now of being delusion-free and well behaved. I'll be damned if I let one girl ruin my clean streak.

The group leader continues, "We were talking about you're upcoming birthday. Next month, you will be eighteen and on you're way to the adult ward. Are you nervous about that?"

I try to focus on the question, but the boy sitting next to me keeps doing his annoying habit of flicking himself under his chin.

"Ummm, the adult ward," I repeat, and rub my temples, "Nope, I have a friend there. Elena. She doesn't talk, and I talk a lot, so we make a good pair."

Henrik laughs again.

"Well, good. I'm glad you have a friend to keep you company," the leader says, marking something on her clip board, "That concludes our session for today. Great progress everyone, keep it up!"

I'm the first one out the door as I head straight to the recreational room. I pass by the cafeteria on my way there and smell the awful fumes for what mystery foods they've cooked for dinner today. We don't get to eat anything really tasty here. Everything is fake and processed. I miss junk food, real sugars and starches. Just a few more months before I can have that again.

I make it to the rec room and collapse face first into the soft couch. I bend my knees and rest my chest on my thighs with my bottom sticking up slightly. I bury my face in the cushion and let my arms lay loosely at my sides. It's been a long, hard day. Thank goodness it's almost over.

"That looks comfortable, you sleep like that?" I hear a sarcastic, familiar voice say from behind.

I peak my head up from my hiding place and see Klaus, leaning on his forearms behind the couch, smiling down on me. I sit up and chuckle. That smile can turn anyone's bad day around.

He straightens himself up, "Oh there you are."

"Hey you," I say, resting my chin on the top of the couch.

He walks around and plops himself down next to me, "Long day?"

Ugh. No more questions, please.

"Leave me alone," I say, shifting my back to him. It takes me a second to realize what I just did and I cringe. I turn back around to face him, "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I've been off and on all day."

"That's fine, I can wait," he says patiently.

I stare down at my fidgeting thumbs in my lap.

"How long would you wait?" I ask quietly, out of curiousity.

I look up to see him smiling again, "As long as it takes."

I lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes.

"I don't want to answer anymore questions today," I tell him sincerely.

"Okay, what do you want to do?" he asks.

"Nothing..." I say, then it hit me. I pop open my eyelids and turn to him, "No. today, I get to ask you questions."

Klaus's POV:

"Oh really?" I ask her, half laughing at her playful, demanding tone.

Her face doesn't even flinch,"Yes."

"Very well then," I say, turning my body to her, "What would you like to know?"

"How old are you?"

I smile, "I'm twenty-three."

"So that's why you don't have your PHD yet," she says understandingly, but in a playful, mocking tone.

"Hey," I laugh, "Don't judge me. I'm working on it."

She moves on, "Are you still going to school?"

"I am," I tell her, "This internship is actually helping me with that. I get scholarships for taking this field seriously."

"Me too!" She says excitedly, "Except, well- my scholarship just has to do with not going crazy."

I laugh, "Well at least we're both determined to succeed."

"I'll say! I mean, c'mon, twenty-three and you're already a nurse? How do you think that makes the elderly lady nurses feel?" She leans in and brings her voice down to a whisper, "Me thinks your stomping on their feminist pride."

I laugh harder, "Hey, there are male nurses here too! What did I say about judging?"

"Yeah, but, besides you, Elijah, and Stefan, everyone else here is either female or kinda ooooold," she says, scrunching her face as if she just smelled something putrid.

"Well," I begin, "Stefan is in the same boat as me as far as nursing goes. He's determined to get his PHD too- Why are you laughing?"

She's hysterical now.

"I'm sorry, I can't!" she barely gets out, trying to contain herself by clutching onto her stomach, "You said 'nursing'... like with a baby!"

"Oh HA HA," I reply sarcastically, "Real mature Caroline."

"No, tell me, who does he plan on 'nursing' in the future?" She asks, and bends over laughing again.

It becomes contagious, I can't help but join her.

"He's a good nurse, be nice to him," I tell her, "And Elijah happens to be my brother, he's the one who helped me get this job."

"Shut up, that's right," she gasps in realization, "You two have the same last name! I didn't even think of that until now. But even without it, now that makes sense..."

"What does?" I ask her.

"Your faces," she says, "Seriously, what hot mess got all up in your family's gene pool?!"

I laugh again, this time rubbing my hot face. Am I blushing?

"Thank you," I say, "I'm sure Doctor Mikaelson would be pleased to hear that."

"No, don't tell him," she pleads with me, "That's so weird! He's my Doctor!"

"And what am I?" I ask curiously.

"A Nurse," she hisses.

"Judger," I call her.

"Alright, alright, moving on," she continues.

"Nope," I say, folding my arms, "You hurt my feelings, I don't want to tell you anything now."

"No! C'mon, Please?" she begs, trying to unfold my arms, "This is a really important one. I'll be serious, I promise."

I laugh, "Fine."

"Okay..." she puts on a serious face, "The accent, is it real?"

Her sincerity makes me laugh harder, "Of course! My family and I are from London."

"But Elijah doesn't have it!" she exclaims.

I lean in, "That's because Elijah's a fake."

She stares behind me.

"Klaus called you fake!" she calls out, pointing her finger in my face.

"Wha-" I say turning around to see my elder brother walking past me. I can't even finish my statement. What just happened in here?

"Fake? With what exactly?" he asks, walking up to us.

"Your accent dear brother," I tell him, "Please show Miss Forbes your true self."

"Oh! Please, Elijah?" she begs, "It would definitely help me sleep at night."

"Oh, it will?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She nods, and folds her hands neatly, putting them in her lap, "Most certainly."

"Well in that case my dear, I shall be happy to oblige," Elijah says, in his best English accent.

Caroline squeals, "Eeep! I love it!"

"A tad bit rusty though, I'm afraid," I tell him.

"What are you talking about? He was great!" Caroline says, rolling her eyes at me.

"Oh would you like me to tell Dr. Mikaelson what else you think of him?" I tease, flashing her a devilish grin.

She playfully kicks me.

"Ow!" I say.

Elijah changes the subject, "Klaus, would you please help Stefan bring the Hall B patients into the cafeteria for dinner?"

"Yeah, sure," I say, getting up from my seat.

"Hey, can we continue this later?" Caroline asks me.

"Sure, but I'll be the one asking questions this time," I say, flashing her a victorious smile as I walk away.

"Oh, fine," she says in a defeated tone.

"Hey, what was that about?" Elijah asks me as we walk down the hallway together.

"Oh, Caroline thinks our family's attractive," I tell him.

"Is that so? Wouldn't be the first time someone's thought that," he jokes, "BTW, which means 'by the way', I need you to work overtime tonight."

I groan, "How much overtime are we talking?"

"A few hours," he says lightly. Real smooth brother.

I sigh, "Alright."

I'm about to walk away when he says, "Hey, good job with Caroline. I haven't seen her in that good of a mood for a while. Well, at least since you've been around."

I smile, "Well you helped you know. Showing her you're native tongue and all-"

He interrupts me, "Shut it."

"Shutin'," I say, and walk the other direction.

I see Stefan at the end of the hallway and walk over to him.

"I already cleared everyone out down here," he says striding towards me.

I stop in my tracks and wait for him to join me, "Well, I guess I can just be lazy then. Overachiever."

"Don't I know it," he says nonchalantly as we walk to the cafeteria together.

Standing at the entrance of the cafeteria doorway is the other intern, Meredith. She's holding a clipboard and checking off her patients names as they enter the room. Stefan drags behind me as we approach the doors.

"H-Hi Meredith," I hear him say from behind.

"Hi Stefan," Meredith says simply and returns to her post.

Once we are inside and out of ear shot, I give him a smack behind his head.

"What was that?" I ask him, "Did you just stutter?"

He doesn't answer. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he walks away, trying to ignore me.

"Oh no, you've got it bad!" I say, chuckling, "Does she know?"

"No," he sighs, breaking out his ballpoint pen and clipboard, "You can't tell her, Klaus."

"Oh, but what are friends for?" I tease, "No worries, I've got too much on my plate to be worrying about anyone's little affairs, let alone my own."

"Or lack there-of," his snorts back.

"Ouch," I reply sarcastically, "Take the attendance already, let's get out of here."

Stefan and I take roll of the patients, and dinner is soon over. Our duty now is to move the patients into their rooms and lock them in for the night. This, and making sure they receive all their necessary medications before bedtime.

Since Caroline is my personal patient, she's the first one I help.

"Why can't I just go back to taking pills that make my pee turn funny colors?" she says after gulping down her medication.

"Okay, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," I say, taking her disposable paper cup and throwing it in the trash.

"What, too much info?" she teases.

"Let's just get you to bed now okay?" I say as we walk to her room, "Tonight you can dream you're pissing out rainbows."

"Ha!" she cackles, and we reach her doorway, "Someone's anxious to go home."

"You have no idea," I mutter to her, unlocking the door to her room, "Good night room sixteen."

"Good night, nurse," she says, walking inside.

I'm just about to shut the door when she turns around and stops me.

"Oh! By the way," she starts, leaning in close to me, "Thanks for goofing around with me today. I really needed that."

Her face is sincere.

"Me too," I say, smiling down at her, "You always help make my work day more enjoyable."

Her face lights up. I've been seeing her do it for about a month now and for me, it never gets old. I love it.

"Good night, Klaus," she says, disappearing from the door-way and into her bathroom.

"Good night, Caroline," I say, and close the door, locking it.

After I make my rounds with a few other patients, I power-walk to the receptionist desk and enter the 'Staff Only' room. I grab my things out of my locker and change into my white v-neck and black sweatpants. I clock-out on the main computer and exit the room, leaving the receptionist desk behind me.

"Finally," I whisper to myself.

I'm just about to walk out the double glass doors, when I hear the loudest, most terrifying scream I have ever heard in my life, and it's coming directly from room sixteen.

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