Chapter 35

A friend

"Alright," Dr. Pryce said. He sounded serious. "Your blood pressure doesn't look good at all, have you experienced a lot of stress?"

Flynn wasn't sure what to say, she only cared about one thing.

"My baby… Is he alright?"

"Yes," the doctor replied, giving Flynn a calming smile. "Everything seems to be in order, but as I have told you before, you must take care of yourself." He paused and hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Miss Barden, you do know I'm your doctor, everything you tell me will stay between you and me. Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

Flynn could guess what he was trying to say. This was the first time they were alone, Flynn had asked Klaus to wait outside. For some reason she hadn't wanted him here as she was being examined. She had felt self-conscious, even if she knew that none of that had been real. Klaus had been very concerned and he had insisted of bringing her to see Dr. Pryce right after the meeting with the Faction. Of course he had seen that something was wrong with her. The nightmares or more like hallucinations were getting worse. She really was afraid that she was losing her mind.

"I… I'm still having nightmares," she finally murmured.

The doctor nodded.

"That's perfectly normal," he assured. "What you experienced was very traumatic; you need to give yourself time…"

"No, you don't understand. I've seen things that aren't real and… I'm scared."

There it was; the truth. She wasn't fine. She was scared for her child and for herself. She wanted this nightmare to end. Dr. Pryce looked at her sympathetically.

"Miss Barden… I think what you need is someone who can help you to process everything you went through. I can recommend few excellent psychiatrists."

Some part of Flynn wanted to protest, but she didn't. Right now she was willing to try anything. But what if therapy wouldn't help? What if she was losing her mind? What if… She didn't have time to finish her thought when the sound of Dr. Pryce's phone startled her.

"Oh, excuse me," the doctor said and picked up. "I'm with a patient… What?" He looked confused as he handed the phone to Flynn. "It's for you, Miss Barden."

Flynn's eyes widened.

"For me?"

Her first thought was that it was Klaus, but then she realized how ridiculous that would be. Why would he be calling her when he was right behind the door?

"Hello?" she said cautiously.

"Hi there," a familiar male voice said. "Do you remember me?"

Flynn would have recognized his voice anywhere. It was the man who had saved her.

"Yes," she murmured.

"Good, that'll save us some time. I need you to listen to me very carefully now. You've been hexed."

"What?"

"Nightmares, hallucinations, sounds about right? Well, unfortunately that's just the beginning. By the time the hex is done, you won't be able to tell what's real and what's not."

"How… How do you know this? Who are you?"

"Neither of those questions is relevant right now. What you need to know is that the magic used on you is very old and very dark. Your witch friends won't be able to stop the hex. I however am."

"Why would you do that?" Flynn asked before she was able to think of anything smarter to say.

"I have my reasons."

"What are they?"

"Well… I knew your father and I happen to owe him one. But I already saved you once, so technically my debt is paid…"

"Wait, wait, what?"

"Yes, I know you must have many questions, but I'm afraid we don't have time right now. As I was saying, the first save was free, but I'm afraid this second one is going to cost you a little bit. Not too much, all I ask is you to pay your debt if and when I'll come to collect. In other words, you would owe me one."

Flynn was desperately trying to gather her thoughts; she had no idea what to think? Her father? She didn't even know who he was. How could this man know that?

"Who are you?" she murmured.

"Call me a friend if you want. Here's the thing, I happen to posses one of the only objects in the world that can protect you from this hex and all dark magic. I'm willing to give it to you, if you agree on my terms. All I want is your word that you'll pay your debt."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then you'll never hear from me again and I wish you good luck. Perhaps the Mikaelsons can find a way to save you in time."

"It sounds that you know a lot about me," Flynn stated, trying to sound calm.

"Yes, I did spend a lot of time finding you," he replied. "You can say many things about me, but I'm a man of my word. How about you? Are you a woman of your word?"

"Yeah. What happens if I give you my word to repay you?"

"Then you'll have the object."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. I'll let you think about it, but I wouldn't wait too long if I were you. As I said, the hallucinations are going to get worse. What you've experienced so far is just the beginning."

Flynn shivered, she couldn't help it.

"Now, I assume you'll be at the party tomorrow night?" the man continued. "If we have a deal, wear something red. Oh, and one more thing. I'm afraid I must insist this stays between you and me. If you tell anyone, and I know if you do, the deal is off. Crystal clear?"

"Wait…"

"Until tomorrow, beautiful," he said and hung up.