Part 2

6 months earlier

Samira Belmont tapped the steering wheel with her fingers and hummed quietly. She liked the small roads; there was rarely any traffic here. She really needed peace and quiet at the moment; she had a lot of thinking to do. Her whole life had turned upside down and she needed to decide what she wanted to do now. The truth was that she had no idea. Being a nurse was all she had ever wanted to do. She had enjoyed her job and she had been good at it.

Now she would never work as a nurse again. It felt so unfair. If only she would have kept her mouth shut… The thought made her to squish the steering wheel. She hadn't done anything wrong. She had noticed that one of the doctors, Dr Hall, was stealing drugs from the hospital. Unfortunately she had discreetly brought it up with the doctor. That had been a huge mistake. He had denied everything and threatened to make her pay if she would spread any lies about him.

She hadn't really had time to decide how to handle the whole thing when couple of other nurses had also noticed that some drugs were missing. Dr Hall had done a very good job framing Samira. He had managed to make everyone think that she was a drug addict. She had lost her job and her reputation. The only good thing was that the hospital hadn't pressed charges against her; they didn't want any bad publicity. Now she had no idea what to do.

She had traveled to her grandfather's cabin by the lake, wanting to take some time to ponder about her future. Obviously she needed to find a job, but what kind of job? Thankfully she had some savings. She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice a figure lying on the side of the road. It was a person. A man. She gasped and stopped the car. Quickly she got out and ran towards the motionless man. He was lying on his side; it seemed that he had been hit by a car.

"Sir?" she called as she placed two fingers on his neck in order to check his pulse. "Sir, can you hear me?"

She couldn't find a pulse. Oh no… She rolled him on his back as carefully as she could in order to start the resuscitation when his eyes suddenly flew open and he grabbed her hand. That startled her, but she regained her self-control quickly, thanks to her occupation. She was completely in a nurse mode now.

"It's alright, sir," she said calmingly but firmly. "You have been in an accident, but I will help you, I'm a nurse. Can you tell me do you have any pain?"

The man stared at her with his dark eyes. She noticed that his pupils looked normal and he certainly had strength to squish her hand. He had blood on his white dress shirt and his forehead. Possible head injury. His dark grey suit looked expensive, but right now it was dirty and tattered. Yet he certainly didn't seem like some kind of vagabond and he didn't smell like alcohol. How on Earth had he ended up here?

"It's alright, sir," she repeated and picked up her phone. "I will call an ambulance…"

"No," he cut in and grabbed her wrist. "Thank you, but I do not require any assistance."

His accent was strange, she hadn't heard it before.

"Sir, you are hurt," she said calmly. "You must go to a hospital…"

"No," he cut in again and got to his feet without much effort. "I do not need a healer."

"You must lie down, sir; it's possible that you have suffered a head trauma. Please, let me help you lie down."

He looked at her quietly for a brief moment. He was a tall man; he had to look down on her.

"I thank you for your concern, miss, but I can assure you that everything is fine."

As she looked into his eyes, she saw very clearly that everything certainly wasn't fine. Ever since Samira had been a child, she had possessed a strange ability. She could somehow sense what people were feeling. Maybe she was just very observant, she really didn't know, but this "ability" was one of the most important reasons why she had wanted to become a nurse. She had felt the need to help people who were in pain.

And now, as she looked into this man's eyes… She had never before seen such dark despair. He truly was in pain, but it wasn't physical pain. That didn't make much sense, this man was hurt, and for a moment Samira was sure that her strange intuition had failed her. But as she observed him very closely, she noticed that despite of the dried blood, there didn't seem to be any kind of wounds.

"Can you remember what happened to you?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied carelessly. "It does not matter."

"Why not?"

"Because nothing matters anymore," he muttered. It seemed that he was talking more to himself than to her. "This world… I cannot even begin to understand…" He paused and sighed, he sounded exhausted. "Forgive me, I do not wish to bother you, miss. Please excuse me."

He marched past her; clearly there was nothing wrong with his legs.

"Wait!" she cried out and went after him. "Where are you going?"

"I have no idea," he murmured.

Determinedly she blocked his way.

"Sir, please look at me. I want to help you."

He was quiet for a moment before finally looking at her.

"Why?"

"Because it seems to me that you could use some help. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look so good."

"Yes, I can believe that," he stated. "The last few days have been… difficult."

She nodded.

"I can see that. What happened to you?"

"Well, I lost my transportation and I had quite an unpleasant encounter with a large automobile."

"You mean you were hit by a car?"

"Yes."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I am not."

"Alright. Do you want to call the police?"

"No, thank you."

"Why not?"

"That is not necessary," he replied calmly.

Samira wanted to argue, but somehow she could tell that would have been useless. He seemed to be a very strange man.

"Fine, but I'm not going to just leave you here," she stated. "Where can I take you?"

The look in his eyes spoke louder than any words. He had no place to go.

"I'm Samira by the way," she added. "But you can just call me Sammy."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah. And what can I call you?"

"Forgive me, I forgot my manners." He paused and bowed briefly. The gesture was a little strange, but she liked it. "My name is Finn Mikaelson."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Finn Mikaelson. Now, let's see if we can find you something to eat and clean clothes to wear."