Too young, too fragile (Klaus Mikaelson ff)

Chapter 10

Klaus awoke in the dead of night, his body drenched in a cold sweat. Gasping for air, he shot up from his bed, his chest heaving in panic. His mind reeled with a searing pain that gripped his entire being. In the dim moonlit room, he squinted, trying to adjust his vision to the darkness.

Beside him, Kol lay peacefully asleep, unaware of Klaus's torment. Klaus's breaths came in short, ragged bursts as he grappled with the overwhelming pain that surged through him. He clutched at his chest, feeling as though an invisible force was crushing his heart. He felt like his body was on fire, unable to move he screamed for Elijah

-ELIJAH! ELIJAH! - In a mix of agony and desperation, Klaus's voice rose to a haunting cry. - ELIJAH! ELIJAH, please...!

His voice echoed through the quiet halls, ringing with a raw, desperate plea for his brother's aid. The pain, a relentless force, seemed to consume him entirely, leaving him feeling powerless and vulnerable.

Kol jolted awake, startled by Klaus's anguished screams. - Brother, what's happening? What's wrong? How can I help? - Kol's voice quivered with concern as he quickly sat up, reaching out to Klaus.

Klaus, his body trembling with the overwhelming pain, turned to Kol, his voice strained. - Everything hurts, Kol. It feels like it's being torn apart. I need Elijah. Please... Please go and get him - Klaus's voice shook with a mixture of agony and urgency.

Kol's eyes widened in alarm as he gazed at his suffering brother. He knew the severity of the situation, recognizing the fear in Klaus's eyes. - I'll go find him. Stay here, Nik. - Kol said, quickly hurrying out of the room to locate Elijah.

-As if I could run away... - left alone, Klaus gritted his teeth, his body wracked with waves of excruciating pain. He clutched the sheets, his knuckles turning white, every breath an intense struggle.

After what felt like an eternity, Kol returned with Elijah. - Niklaus, what's happened? - Elijah's voice was calm but deeply concerned as he rushed to Klaus's side, assessing his condition. He stroked away the hair from his brothers sweaty face

The relief in Klaus's eyes upon seeing Elijah was palpable. - Elijah, the pain... It's unbearable. Please, stop it. Please..." Klaus pleaded, his voice strained with suffering.

Elijah, his features filled with both worry and determination, immediately began to assess and tend to his brother. - I'm here, Niklaus. Just breathe. We'll figure this out. - Elijah said, his voice a steady reassurance as he gave Klaus painkillers in hope of getting some relief, working to alleviate his pain and offer comfort.

Klaus, though still in agony, found a semblance of solace in Elijah's presence. He held tightly onto his brother's hand as Elijah began his efforts to ease the torment that relentlessly gripped him. Through the pain, Klaus felt a shade of reassurance and let his brother carry the pain for him as he struggled between conscious and unconsciousness.

Kol managed to call 911 and Niklaus was rushed to the hospital. Elijah, the most selfless person you can find, despite his aversions went with Niklaus to the hospital. Leaving Kol in charge of taking care of Hope and Henrik until the morning when he could call Freya, Rebekah or any other family member to help out.

At the hospital the medical team decided to put Niklaus into a medically induced coma, until they figured out how to help him. Elijah, grappling with the helplessness of the situation, paced the sterile hospital room, his thoughts consumed by concern for Klaus. He couldn't shake off the distress of seeing his brother in such agony, and the sudden painwave he just encountered only intensified his worry.

Niklaus spent 2 weeks in the coma, during which Elijah never left his side. He researched treatments and different medications, looking for people who live through the same hell as Niklaus only to find no one had the exact symptom constellation that his brother had, if a few aligned he wrote it in his notes and what helped for that person. After the 2 weeks he had a long list on what to try out from natural healing methods - which historically have helped his brother better than artificial medications - through the traditional medications, to the wildest spiritual therapies he never could have imagined in his grimmest dreams.