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#1 in Kolvina (5/21/20)
AN: I'm so happy all of you are enjoying the book. Remember you can comment or message me any ideas you have for new chapters. - Anonymous Prompt: What if Kol was in the hospital and Davina was a nurse that had to take care of him, and they fell in love. Or it could be the other way around.
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DAVINA'S POV
"I work with babies Marcel not people!" I tried to pull back but he had an iron clamp on my wrist as we shuffled briskly down the Rehabilitation Wing.
"I know D, but every nurse I put with this guy ends up quitting, and you're the only one who might even be able to put up with this nutcase.." He seemed a little unsure about the last part and I seriously didn't hope he was turning to me because I the last available nurse working the night shift tonight.
We stopped in front of the last hospital room in the wing. The one designed for high rollers who wanted privacy usually from paparazzi and other patients.
Unlike most doors in the rehabilitation wing that had been decorated or written on considering their long term stay whatever patient he was taking me too see had no speck of decor deviating from the original bland wood.
"Marcel I don't know. I'm not equipped to work with somebody who needs rehabilitation." I started unsure...
"I left the procedures in his file for you. Even a first year could follow it.."
I rolled my eyes, "Hayley can't cover my spot with the kids forever."
"Already worked out a solid plan to rotate nurses in." He said smugly.
I racked my brain for a second trying to find more excuses, "Uh..I don't even know who this guy is. How am I supposed to help him?" I smiled in my answer but Marcel just shoved a Manila folder into my hand,
"His names Kol Mikaleson." My mouth dropped in shock, but looking down it had to be true the thick bold letters were printed neatly on the label.
"Not like the Kol Mikaleson right?"
"You mean the infamous playboy, and British jerk, brother of Klaus Mikaelson who owns this hospital and signs your paycheck?" He raised an eyebrow at me
I clamped my mouth shut, staring at the door imagining the man sitting behind it.
"What happened that he ended up here?"
Marcel glanced at me in confusion, "I thought everyone knew? Didn't you see the news a while back?" I shook my head.
"He was in Norway at a professional snowboarding competition. They had cancelled the event due to bad weather and unsteady mountain conditions, but him being the jackass he is wanted to show off and went down the slope anyway." Marcel paused seeing my face at the language, "What? I married his sister I can call him a jackass if I want!" I rolled my eyes, waving my hand for him to continue, "Anyway, there was an avalanche and he was buried under it. But the conditions were so bad that rescue teams couldn't reach him for almost a week. He's just now regaining feeling in his legs after a spinal fracture, two broken legs, a sprained wrist, and severe frostbite.
