Klaus grabbed another vase and threw it at the wall. It shattered into many pieces and scattered along the floor. He stumbled on his feet and cursed, growling lowly to himself. How was this happening? Vampires don't get sick. Werewolves don't get sick. Original hybrids don't get sick for christ's sake and right now he felt like he was dy-
No. Niklaus Mikaelson is not dying, nor is he sick. He is just feeling under the weather for some reason that he cannot explain. He looked over at the clock on his wall. 3AM. He sighed. Klaus's thoughts were interrupted as he heard incessant knocking at his bedroom door. He groaned. All he wanted to do was lay down in his bed.
The hybrid paused just before he touched the doorknob and sniffed. The smell of roses mixed with the slightest hint of jasmine hit his nostrils and he almost instantly relaxed. It was Hayley. Klaus wiped at the sweat beading his forehead and made himself look less like a disgusting and diseased creature before finally opening the door, coming face to face with an annoyed Hayley in her pajamas.
"Hayley, love," he croaked, clearing his throat and cursing silently to himself, "what a pleasant surprise. Did you need something?" He asked, acting like nothing was wrong. "Klaus, it's three in the morning. What in the world are you doing?" She asked him. "It's nothing, littlewolf." He called her by her nickname. Hayley raised an eyebrow at him. "You look a little pale." She told him.
Klaus watched her, his head tilted, "You know, love, you never cease to amaze me. Here you stand in front of my bedroom demanding answers like you're entitled to them," he mused, turning his head to cough a little into his hand, "And you wonder why I admire you so."
Hayley watched as he continued to turn away and cough, not missing how his body would convulse minutely after each one, and her gaze softened, "Are you okay?" She asked him. "I'm fine, love." Klaus snapped, annoyed that this stupid sickness was beginning to make itself evident to Hayley's eyes. He hated the look that she was giving him, one full of concern and worry and…pity.
"You don't look fine." Hayley mumbled, taking in the pale look of his skin and the way he was shaking. "Well I am fine, so drop it, Littlewolf" He growled. "A few little coughs and you want to play nurse." He glared at her.
Hayley's expression hardened back into the glare she had on before, "Excuse me for actually caring whether you're dying or not. My life kind of depends on yours." She snaped at him. "Excuse me as well than for finding that hard to believe." Klaus hissed, before turning back around and stomping away, "I think it's time that you take your leave." He said. "Uh, no, you still haven't answered my question and—Klaus?"
Hayley paused in her angry rant as Klaus suddenly dropped to his knees. He gasped for air, feeling his muscles convulse, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he collapsed, hearing Hayley yell out his name one last time before everything went black.
Klaus awoke to the feeling of something cold, wet, and soft brushing across his forehead. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw Hayley above him with a damp dishtowel in her hand.
His first instinct was to shoot up and demand answers, but the minute his brain tried to give his muscles the order, they disagreed and clenched painfully, causing him to groan loudly. "Shh," Hayley whispered, putting her hand on his arm to keep him from falling off his bed, "Stop trying to move. You'll make it worse."
The hybrid breathed in deeply, wincing as his lungs felt like they were full of fluid and they quivered. He felt her hand squeeze his clammy skin before she reached up and brushed his damp hair away from his forehead. "Hayley…" he uttered throatily, watching her as she continued to wipe his face.
She had apparently placed him on his bed and draped a blanket over him. He felt a slight breeze and glanced down, noticing that he was now half-dressed. Hayley followed his gaze, "It was drenched in your sweat, and I figured that you wouldn't want your bed to get ruined," she muttered, a light blush on her cheeks.
He smiled at the comment.
"What's happening to you?" Hayley asked, her eyes watching him carefully. She had placed the towel back in the bowl that was next to her on the stand and now had both of her hands on his chest, one upon the blanket and the other upon his skin. It was as if she was trying to hold him down, fearful that he would shoot up to leave.
Like he was capable of that right now, anyway.
"I don't know." Klaus sighed, his breath hitching as he felt a pinch in his trachea. Hayley stared at him a little while longer. They were both silent in that next moment. Klaus watched her as. He reached a hand up slowly and held her wrist gently, stopping her. Hayley met his gaze, and they stared at each other for a while.
"Don't worry about me, love. I'm fine. I promise." Klaus whispered to her. "I know. But what if you don't get better? I need you." Hayley told him. Klaus was about to answer when he stopped. He shivered and it felt like someone had just dumped ice-cold water over him. His grip on her wrist tightened every so slightly.
His thumb gently caressed her wrist, but he stayed quiet.
"I care about you, Klaus…whether you want to believe it or not. You still have some humanity in you; I've seen it…experienced it. I understand that you won't suddenly change and become Mr. Good Guy just because of me." Hayley bit her lip, thinking over her words, "I know that you've murdered innocent people, and I know that you'll likely continue to do so but…I…I just…"
Her eyes found his. He was watching her with such emotion that she was sure even he didn't know he still had. If she didn't know any better, she would think that he was about to cry.
"Thank you." He whispered reverently.
She stared back at him, her wrist still within his grasp. She smiled softly, like a silent 'your welcome', before shaking her head and clearing her throat, "Well! I think I might need to get you a new blanket…you've drenched this one, too." She remarked. She gently removed his hand from her wrist and stood up. She removed the blanket from his body and left the room. She returned a minute later with a new one and draped it across his body.
Klaus smiled at her, despite him feeling sick.
"I'll let you rest." Hayley wispered and turned to walk out of his room when she felt his hand gently grab her wrist. She turned and faced him. "Please stay." Klaus told her. Hayley smiled and climbed into the bed next to him.
Klaus smiled and layed his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. He felt Hayley's head rest on his arm and he smiled to himself. She was his Florence Nightingale.