Kc+ "You're my patient and I'm trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you but it's hard to do that when you're flirting with me, seriously dude I'm not gonna be able to diagnose you as easily when you're telling me how my lab coat complements my eyes jfc" AU
"Dr Forbes?"
Caroline turns with a sigh, pasting on a smile for the benefit of April, her intern for this month. The poor girl looked dead on her feet, probably not used to the long hours that come with the trauma shift at the hospital.
"What's up April?" She asks with a kind smile, flipping through the clipboard held in her hand somewhat absentmindedly.
It had been a quiet night tonight, meaning that the minutes and hours seemed to drag on. She usually caught up on all of her paperwork on night shifts, so she wouldn't have to do it when things did get busy and she was rushed off her feet.
April didn't really have a whole lot to do, so she couldn't exactly blame the poor girl for mainlining caffeine.
"There's a patient in room 3. I've tried settling him but he seems a bit intoxicated. He said that he knew you and that he wanted to see you."
Caroline frowns at that, holding her hand out for the patient information that April had started to take. Her eyes land on the name in front of her, and everything makes sense all of a sudden.
Klaus Mikaelson.
Klaus Mikaelson was her best friend Kol's older brother. Perpetually annoying, insanely good looking, with intelligence and charm to boot, Klaus was possibly the most frustrating person to ever walk this planet. She's not sure who annoys her more at this point, Kol or Klaus.
They also have this weird flirty thing going on that she most definitely does not enjoy thank you very much, because Klaus is one of the only guys that she knows that actually isn't intimidated by the fact that she's a top notch trauma surgeon and stitches people back together for a living, making a salary that most people can only dream of.
She honestly doesn't blame April for being uncomfortable around Klaus. Klaus exudes confidence and sexuality and he was a very charming man. Even drunk Klaus would never cross that line into inappropriateness, but he was still a handful to be sure.
"I'll handle it April." She tells the younger girl, who looks grateful, rubbing a hand over her eyes. "Why don't you try and get an hour's rest in one of the on call rooms? It looks like it's going to be a quiet one, I'll page you if anything urgent comes up." She adds, even as April gives her a tired smile and shuffles off towards the nearest on call room.
She makes a mental note to not disturb April unless someone is wheeled through the doors of the ER half dead.
She can't help but mentally prepare herself as she twists the door handle of Room 3, her eyes landing on Klaus almost immediately. True to April's word he's very clearly intoxicated, and he's bleeding from his forehead at an impressive rate.
She's not too concerned by that, scalp wounds always did look worse than they actually seemed. She is concerned however, about the strange gleam in Klaus' eyes when he finally spots her.
"Dr Forbes." Klaus practically purrs, even as she rolls her eyes, stepping towards him and pulling a penlight from the pocket of her lab coat.
"Do you feel any dizziness or nausea?" She asks with an exasperated sigh, shining the light into one eye, then the other, noting the size of his pupils and the appearance of his eyes. "And how the hell did you bump your head?"
"Not sure." Klaus answers immediately. "I think i ran into a pole. Your lab coat really brings out the colour of your eyes." He notes almost absentmindedly, eyes fixed on hers as she reaches for a wipe to dab away at the blood on his face.
"You ran into a pole?" She asks incredulously, ignoring the compliment about her eyes.
"It's a bit hazy sweetheart, i'm more than a bit intoxicated right now." Klaus drawls, British accent becoming more pronounced.
She has to muffle her giggle, because that would only encourage him further. Someone has to maintain some semblance of professionalism in this situation, and it sure as shit isn't going to be Klaus.
"No? I couldn't tell." Caroline remarks sarcastically, even as Klaus lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I can tell that I've embarrassed myself sufficiently. Please call Kol and tell him to come and pick me up. I'll murder him once I've had some rest."
Klaus moves to get up, but she presses him back down to sit on the bed again, holding him still as she glares at him.
"You are not going anywhere Mister, not until I stitch you up and keep you for observation until the morning. You can message your brother then, but not a moment before, understand?" She asks a little bossily, Klaus letting out a chuckle as she pulls a stool towards her and seats herself between his legs.
She lines up the anaesthetic and the other materials she'll need, dabbing again at the cut above his eyebrow before getting to work. The stitches are almost second nature by now, something that had become automatic over the years as she'd had more practice.
Klaus doesn't seem bothered by the anaesthetic, the tugging at his skin, or her proximity, and his eyes close until she's done.
"There." She pronounces, inspecting her handiwork with relish. "These are waterproof, so you can get them wet, but don't go near any oceans and don't overdo it. Come back in a week and I'll take them out for you okay?"
Klaus' eyes open, and she can't help but realise how impossibly blue they look in the bright, hospital lights. And as much as she wants to kiss him right now, that would be breaking so many codes and regulations, not to mention it would be unprofessional.
She pats him twice on the cheek.
"Get some sleep sunshine, you'll be here until morning."
Klaus is asleep before his head even hits the pillow, and she just sighs again as she hauls his legs up onto the bed and drapes a spare blanket over him.
When she gets back to the nurses station she pulls her phone from her pocket and opens up a new message to send to Kol.
Your dumbass of an older brother is in the ER. I've stitched him up, come and pick him up in the morning when you're sober.