Slipping Through Chapter 2

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In the longest of nights
Stir him at your breast
In silence - row him, row him

On the bleakest of mourns
He'll break at your rocks
And weeping - row row

"Weeping Rock, Rock"


Caroline held her stomach as she laughed until she was in pain. Bonnie glared at her as Klaus raised his bottle of beer continuing his story.

"But listen to this, I swear to god, while they put him back in his cell. Oh my god. I swear he says. 'She sure does have a pretty mouth.' I shit you not."

Caroline picked up her screwdriver to moisten her dry throat. "Bonnie, you picked a good one. Great job!"

The doctors were at their usual spot, the Mystic Grille, for a round of drinks like they normally do on Thursday nights. The yellowed lights on Klaus's strawberry blonde curls, background chatter along with Caroline's laughter, and clack of nearby pool balls was calming. No one needed supervision, no one needed to be constantly reassured, or tied down to prevent hurting themselves or each other. Bonnie jabbed at her long island ice tea with a straw. "Well… I do have a pretty mouth so there's that. And he doesn't want to grind my bones to make his bread."

One day she was going to prove everyone wrong. She had a bit of a Mother Theresa complex with a hint of an angry nun. Caroline grinned at her friend and nodded enthusiastically. "That's the spirit! I have to tell you; even though Rebekah is a patient she's been a great therapist. The girl is bringing out the coloring books next week. I might invite you to one of our sessions." Klaus scooted closer to Caroline in the booth across from Bonnie. "Am I invited too? I did purchase us all drinks and everything." He was wearing a cologne that Caroline happened to be fond of.

"You do this out of the kindness of your heart Klaus. Also, puh-lease, we cannot put you in a room full of pretty girls. You'll just do more harm than good. Head doctor or not." Bonnie snickered at Caroline's honesty and clinked glasses with her.

"It'll probably end up like this..." The blonde bolted up from her seat to present an impersonation of Klaus happily exaggerating his accent. "I say love, I could show you a jolly good time in me trolley." Bonnie spit out her drink mid sip and slapped her hand on the table as Klaus towered over her. "That- that sounds absolutely nothing like me!" His brows furrowed as he pushed his hip against Caroline's and pulled a fifty dollar bill from his pocket to place on the table. "I'm feeling pretty unloved tonight so I'm heading in."

Caroline reached out and tugged at his sleeve as he made his exit. Bonnie managed to give a wink to Klaus as their eyes met. "Wait Klaus…" Klaus gave a silent nod to the brunette before looking at the drunk blonde.

"Yes love?"

"Don't forget to tip your waitress." The two girls began laughing again but it didn't stop Klaus from removing a ten from his pocket.

"Goodnight girls."

"Night Klaus!"


"I'm home!" Bonnie pushed open the door to her one bedroom condo and tossed her work bag on the floor. She was first greeted by a large black lab running to jump on her chest and give her wet kisses. Tango's tail swung back and forth with such vigor his entire body wiggled. He was a rescue that Bonnie couldn't turn away once she saw him at her door step one stormy weekend.

"Well hello. How's by big boy? Hm?" Muscular arms encircled her waist pulling her up from her kneeling position yet the man held a boyish voice. "I'm doing better now." Jeremy placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck before picking up her work bag. Her fiancé kept her humble and he was comfortable with her being the bread-winner of the household. She didn't mind that he only went to community college or made a living as an animal control officer.

If anything, it gave her an abundance of what she considered normality.

Sure he wasn't that interested in her work or fawned over her accomplishments but that was what she felt like she needed sometimes. "Something smells good, what's for dinner babe?" Bonnie removed her button up and unzipped her grey pencil skirt that she often wore under her lab coat. Jeremy took the removed articles of clothing from her outstretched hand and grinned as he watched her enter the kitchen. Underneath, she had one of his white tanks on and a pair of fuchsia lace underwear that he purchased.

"Beef stroganoff and a caesar salad prepared by yours truly." Bonnie piled her plate with a mountain of both and let out a happy hum. "I'm going to sleep so good after this, my patient has been such a nightmare and it has only been day one."

Jeremy was slightly preoccupied as he gently removed and tucked away the smart phone from his jeans. "Bonnie, I've got to go tonight, mind holding down the fort?"

"Why, what's wrong?" Bonnie dropped a piece of garlic bread for a begging Tango at her feet.

"Um, some work stuff. Anna needs me to help her out with stabilizing the holding cages." Bonnie pouted and grabbed the remote, every time he left to help Anna with anything he wouldn't return until the next day. Jeremy leaned over the back of the couch she flopped into to kiss her forehead.

"Good night Bonnie."

"Bye Jeremy."


Saturday night, Jeremy gave her the same story. Except this time he prepared meatloaf and Tango was sleeping with his head in her lap instead of at the foot of the couple's bed. Pulling her eyes from the glare of the television in the stale darkness, the young woman fingered her car keys on the end table.

Bonnie didn't get out much outside of her Thursday nights and she was in the mood for it. Or it could have been the bottle of white wine that she recently drained that was talking. Drinking and driving is not a good idea, she worked hard to get her job title. Klaus had even given her a small talk that morning about making some progress by next week or she would be forced to give up her current patient for a new one on floor three like Caroline.

"A stroll it is."

Bonnie pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, black ankle boots, and a faded olive sweater. Turning off the tube, she stuck a taser into her back pocket for good measure and her keys in the other. As soon as her front door shut, the doctor began her journey down two flights of stairs.

The cool night air was crisp and clear. That was one thing she liked about the cold season, the air was always easy to breathe. She enjoyed a little ruffle of wind through her hair as she bounced down the sidewalk. Bonnie stuffed her numbing fingers under her arms against her sides. Not paying much attention to where she was going, she simply put one foot in front of the other. Jeremy started making a habit of taking longer work hours. 'For us.' He would always say. She fiddled with the ring on her finger. Lately he had become a bit more distant but less over protective. "For us." Bonnie repeated.

Her feet stopped at the gate of the ward. Punching in the memorized code, she eased her way past the guard's watch house. Feeling restless and full of liquid courage gave her the ability to deliver that man who nearly scared her half to death a piece of her mind.


Floor eight; she never went past the offices. She puffed her chest out and looked at the chart written on the bulletin board near the lift. She trailed her finger along the list of names until she found his. Room number 839. He was practically at the end of the second hall. Groaning, she knew she was going to pass many rooms before she reached his and she couldn't afford to cause a scene. It was already a big risk coming to the ward so late unattended. Most guards and nurses were off except for those that handled emergency situations.

"...fuck it."

Bonnie lowered herself to the floor once she reached Damon's hallway. Crawling past the rooms she realized how stuffy and sullen it was. None of the rooms had windows. Each patient's room had a ceiling light but none were on at this time except for the two at the ends of each hallway. The further she crawled the more she slowly lost her nerve. The noises that surrounded her made her feel sick.

Lewd whispers, grunting and slapping of skin, heavy breathing, crying and repeating the word 'no', then there were other rooms that were so quiet she felt it was necessary to check to see if they were empty.

Reaching his door, she looked through the mail slot sized hole in the center of the door used to remove the handcuffs from patients after their cell door were secure and locked. The inside of the room was clean and neat. His family paid for nearly all of the furnishings. Other than the padding on the walls and floors, the blankets on his twin size bed were plush and decorative. The wall was adorned with a few old paintings and exotic tapestry.

Damon stood in the corner, his arms hung at his sides and his head tilt back. He was awake but somewhere else. Bonnie tapped the door lightly and tensed as his eyes seemed to already be focused on hers as he slowly turned only his head. The bravery that filled her disappeared and instead felt incredibly vulnerable.

"It's me. Dr. Bonnie Bennett. I'm just going to sit here with you okay?" No response. She wasn't exactly sure what she expected but it could have been worse. Bonnie lowered herself to the floor so he could still see the back of her head. She found she was still unable to look at him directly, it would take some time. "I'm the one you met yesterday. We had our first Thursday talk in the office thought I would visit you."

Silence.

She pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. "If I were you I'd be upset if I had to see me too. No windows. High air conditioning. Some rookie still wet behind the years that claims to know how to make a discovery in people's lives. Do not doubt that I don't get it. There are people who are hurting and unable to communicate to others about their pain. Years of it."

She kept her voice as low as she could as she explained that she was more than qualified, her educational background and that his intelligence was not being mocked. Her hand rose as she began to fiddle with the ring on her finger. She wouldn't admit that she was there because she was lonely.

She was there because Klaus had little faith in her. During her rambling, she forgot who she was talking to and questioned if she was simply talking to herself. "It might not feel like it but no one here wants you to feel that you are not important. You are important. You are." She could hear him move behind her, sitting so close she could hear him breathe evenly.

Bonnie eventually ran out of things to say feeling his presence so close and the alcohol was leaving her system. "I'll see you next week Mr. Salvatore. Good night." It would be best not to turn around and gaze into those baby blues. It was easier not to see the constant laughter in his eyes. Bonnie pushed herself up from the floor and walked away from his cell. His voice was soft and scratchy but carried a heavy weight.

"I'm sorry. I panicked."

Bonnie continued down the hallway with an accomplished feeling, a prideful swelling formed in her chest.


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