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Summary: Caroline Forbes is starting her job at the Mystic Falls Psychiatric Hospital. There she is assigned to Klaus Mikaelson, a troubled man who everyone else has given up on. As she gets to know more about him, the more connected she feels to him. Will their doctor-patient relationship grow to something more?

Caroline tapped her fingers against her desk, irritated. It was two o'clock; she had asked Jenna to bring Klaus down at one o'clock. She herself wasn't one for punctuality, but an hour late… It was starting to irritate her. What could possibly be the hold up?
She continued to glare at the clock, growing more irritated as the big hand reached the five. Caroline pushed herself out of her chair and started down the hall towards the ward. As Caroline entered the ward, she noticed that the nurses' station was empty. She scanned the room and spotted Jenna down the hall that led to the bedrooms. Caroline made a beeline towards her. Jenna turned to face her.

"I was just about to call you down here, Dr. Forbes. Klaus isn't willing to get out of bed." Caroline placed her hands on her hips firmly and started down the hallway. Jenna hurried to catch up to her.
"And is there a reason why he won't get out of bed," she demanded, giving Jenna a hurried side glance.
"You'll have to ask Alaric; I wasn't on the night shift last night," she replied meekly.
Caroline didn't know much about Alaric, other than the fact that he bonded well with the majority of the patients and that he was one of the three male nurses on the ward. Alaric lingered in Klaus' doorway, his arms folded over his chest.
"So, what's the situation," Caroline asked, her voice laced with annoyance.
"Around one in the morning, I heard him screaming. He says that Mikael wasn't allowing him to sleep," Alaric states firmly. Caroline cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"And do you know what he means…"Caroline began.
Alaric nodded. He replies simply, "Nightmares." Caroline nodded. She pushed gently passed Alaric and into Klaus' bedroom.
Klaus lay on his bed, his sheets twisted around him awkwardly. His hair was dishevelled and dark circles lingered under his eyes. His chest was bare, his shirt thrown across the room. His eyes were half closed, his lips moving but not saying anything. Caroline turned back to Alaric.

"Did you sedate him?"
Alaric shook his head. "I offered him something to help him sleep, but he refused. It was Mason that gave him a sedative; he didn't want to hear his screaming all night long."
"Does this happen often?"
"No," Alaric replied, "Not unless something triggers the memories."

She seated herself on the edge of the bed. Now that she was closer to him; she noticed that his chest had numerous scars, crisscrossing each other. She gently placed her hand on his arm, trying to rouse him from his sedated state.
Klaus mumbled something incoherent, his head lolling to the side. Caroline smiled gently and got to her feet. She stepped out of his room and gently pulled the door closed.
"Let him rest," she said, addressing Jenna and Alaric. They both nodded and started back down the hall towards the recreation room. Caroline stood in the hall, feeling slightly deflated. She'd just have to start his therapy tomorrow.

As Caroline drove home, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed; she was eager to start Klaus' therapy. Today hadn't gone as planned, but there was always tomorrow. Her thoughts continuously drifted back to Klaus. When she saw the many scars on his otherwise perfect body, Caroline couldn't help but wonder who or what had caused him such pain.

"What do you think of her, Niklaus," Elijah asked conversationally. Klaus mulled over his thoughts in his mind; in all honesty, he didn't know what to think of her. She was different; much different than the other doctors he had had. She truly seemed interested in him, not just as a patient but as a person.
"Niklaus, you haven't answered my question," Elijah said, interrupting his train of thought. Klaus leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest.
"She's…fine," Klaus said. By the way his brother smirked, he wasn't very convincing.
"You like her, don't you," he asked, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. Klaus scowled at his brother.
"How would you know," he responded defensively.

"Well, while you were still in that drug induced stupor, I had a look through your sketchbook."
"You what," Klaus demanded, his voicing rising an octave. Several heads turned in their direction. Elijah looked like he was truly enjoying himself; but he knew not to rile Klaus up too much.
"How about a change of topic; I've heard you had another of your episodes. What set it off this time?" He thought back to his session with Caroline the previous day. He wasn't exactly sure what had surfaced his memories of Mikael, but it might have had to do with her asking about his family. With each doctor, he had never revealed any information about his family or his relationship with his family. The doctors only knew what Elijah had told them, which wasn't much.
Elijah snapped his fingers, drawing Klaus out his mind.

"What?"
"Your mind is wandering again, Niklaus. I asked if you knew what triggered the episode."
Klaus shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure what started it." Elijah nodded, his eyes traveling to the clock that hung in the nurses' station.
"I have to get going," he said, pulling himself to his feet. Klaus got to his feet and hugged his brother farewell. He was glad Elijah visited him on a regular basis, but he missed his sister. Ever since he'd been admitted to the hospital, she'd cut all connection with him. Elijah pulled out of the hug and held Klaus at arm's length. He seemed to see the sadness in his brother's eyes.

"I'll ask her," Elijah said firmly, "I'll try and convince her to come; I know you miss her." Klaus watched as his brother left, deflated. As the buzzing of the door indicated it locking in place, Klaus couldn't help but feel like a prisoner.
In his perspective, he was a prisoner. He was trapped in this godforsaken place for who knows how long. More so, he was a prisoner of his mind. When his imagination ran wild, he was a victim to his thoughts. He'd been a victim for far too long, and he was determined to change that.

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed reading this. Reviews and comments are appreciated; I like knowing what you people think of my work.