A Near Miss (Klatherine)
Summary: When an earthquake shakes New Orleans into disaster, will Klaus have the heart to help an injured Kat? Can he help her? Will she live?
It was a nebulous night, as a human Kat lay in an alley, weak and injured, her vision blurry. She could hear the others panicking, but only those near her. She could also feel the vibration of another earthquake, but she could barely move anything, which told her that she had to be severely injured. She'd escaped the afterlife injured. Then she'd gotten injured from the first earthquake. All she could hope was to be found in time by someone that cared at least a little. Enough to try and save her.
Klaus was weaving around frightened humans, about to head home, when the familiar scents stopped him in his tracks. A clearly injured and alive again Katerina. She hadn't been dead for long, but this was unexpected.
After debating, he weaved around people, following her scent.
"Katerina!" he called, as he could smell that he was getting closer. "Katerina!" he called again, not hearing her.
About fifteen minutes later, when he found her, she was on her side with fallen and broken cement pieces around her, although some covered part of her legs. Since her back was facing him, he couldn't tell why, but she wasn't even attempting to move.
He blurred towards and around to the front of her, and knelt in front of her.
"Katerina," he stated, a hand on the side of her face. From what he could see, she'd lost a lot of blood. A rebar piece from the quake had stabbed into her lower stomach which, for the moment, he assumed at least move of the blood loss was from. He could see that she wasn't fully awake. He could also hear her labored breathing. "Katerina? Katerina, luv, stay with me."
He took his hand away and removed the rocks that were covering her legs, which revealed a deep dagger in her thigh artery. Then, after looking for other injuries, he slid a hand under the side of her neck that was on the ground, his other on the other side of her head to keep her head from moving, and carefully rolled her onto her back. He then pulled her gently into his arms.
"Keep breathing for me, Katerina," he called, as he slid an arm under her legs, his other arm supporting her head, as everything went black for her.
About ten minutes later, he blurred into the compound with a barely breathing and very pale Katerina in his arms.
"Freya!" he called loud enough for her to hear, as he gently layed her on the table, not far from the stairs. He then took his jacket off and pulled the dagger out of her leg, and used his jacket to tie around her wound. "Come on, luv. Stay with me," he called, resting a hand on her chest.
Freya approached to see what the yelling had been about.
Klaus looked at his eldest sister.
"I need you to heal her."
When Kat slowly woke up, she felt healed, but still felt weak. She realized she was in someone's bed and, judging from the design of the room and the hybrid seated on her bedside, as well as the paintings against the walls, she was in Klaus' room.
"You came back, luv," he greeted, since she'd nearly died.
"You saved me. Thanks," she weakly replied.
"You were dying, Katerina. I didn't have much of a choice." He rested a hand on the side of her face. "You already died once recently. I wasn't going to let you die again. We're working on getting some blood for you. Then you should have your strength back."
She gave a smile.
He smiled back.