Kol

A Talk Between Friends| Kol & Sofia

“Well maybe a hint of a scar? Scars are sexy- don’t you think?” She asked him. Hopefully Liam would stumble across her until she was all fixed up. Plus he wouldn’t be able to help her since they were family and that was a rule- well according to Grey’s.  “Good because I wouldn’t let anyone else operate on me.” She declared flirtatiously. Though she knew it was far from an operation but she had a flare for the dramatics. “And oversee my recovery back at the apartments.”

“Scars are character building, if anything.” He replied, shaking his head and smiling a little at the flirting that she was pushing. “I am the best, so you’re in safe hands.” Folding his arms across his chest as he looked at her, he admired how she didn’t let the situation at hand have an effect on her personality. “Someone’s bold aren’t they?” Kol teased with a smile.

Katherine smiled, Kol really reminded her of Logan, her own brother. He had the same over-protectiveness which she appreciated so much, in fact she appreciated how the Winters took her as if she’s a part of the family, sadly in a way they feels more like a family than her own. “I know,” she smiled, hooking her arm to his, “But I’m fine, and if it’ll make you feel any better, you can look at all of my test result today,” she said like she’s offering a candy to a kid. “It’ll be good for them, they can try to bond,” she laughed.

Kol crossed his arms over his chest and listened just as Katherine hooked her arm into his. “Do you really think I wouldn’t just look at them anyway?” He asked her with a small laugh, technically until this next Dr discharged her, she was still Kol’s patient and he could still look at all her notes. “I’m sure they will, Kleo is as crazy as Finn is. If they don’t get on, then I’ll lose all hope in the world.” He replied shaking his head.

“Aren’t you a good sport?” said Bailey as she turned around and walked to the cabinet he had pointed at. She opened it up and was greeted by various bottles of varying shades of liquids. She grabbed the first Bourbon her eyes found and even went into his fridge for a few extra ingredients.She mixed everything in a taller glass before pouring out the mixed drink into two smaller, highball glasses.

Kol nodded in agreement, it was nice to see a girl taking things into her own hands rather than being the stereotypical damsel in distress, not that it bothered him having to be the protector, but knowing a girl could look after herself, that rang strong with him. “I definitely don’t want to feel that punch okay, Brooklyn Brawler.” He replied with a laugh, furrowing his brow at the thought, taking the glass from him and instantly lifting it to take a taste, a smirk appeared just as she spoke and the liquid hit the back of his throat. “That’s quite impressive.” He stated, lifting the glass a little, before turning his attention back to her. “I might push my luck and see.” He said effortlessly, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the glass down. “See just exactly what reaction I do pull from ya, miss.”

“I know you’re not so much of a people person… Neither am I.” Sofia pointed out, “But I was there. You could have hung out together, you know we make a good team, Kol.” Sofia smiled softly, “But I get it. I kept checking in to make sure everything was fine around here. If they needed me I would have hopped on the first plane back to Denver but I had fun. It was nice getting away from Denver and Jeremy and just… Just everything around here. I feel a lot better but it’s nice to get back to work.” She explained, shaking her head at his apologies, “It’s fine, has to be done.” The girl assured, looking back up at him again, “We should do something. It can be your excuse to not work.” She paused, considering it for a moment before speaking again, “We could go out for dinner if you want? I saw a pretty great Spanish restaurant which is saying something since I grew up with Spanish food.” She chuckled, “Or Japanese…?”

Kol rose his brow as she spoke. “You make me look like the grinch in comparison.” He replied with a small laugh. “We do make a fantastic team, but I also didn’t want to drag you away from having fun with your friends because you felt the need to babysit the old guy in the corner.” He explained, shaking his head and sighing a little. “See you’re just as bad as me, always thinking about work, even when you’re in Florida.” He smiled at the thought, before it disappeared as she mentioned Jeremy, and a “mm” followed. Grabbing the anesthetic syringe, he removed the gauze and looked at Sofia. “Sharp scratch.” He said before looking down to administer the anesthetic into the open wound, as he did Sofia mentioned about his birthday again. “Am I going to have an option to say no to any of this at all?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he concentrated on finally going to work with the sutures on her palm. “You choose.”

“Yes, Doctor Winters.” Kajal commented with an audible groan. The brunette itching to be rid of the sling already. “How early is early, by the way?” Kajal inquired, scheming of all the possible outcomes in which she could ditch the brace. Despite, the fact she would be out of a work for at least a week or two. And it wouldn’t serve a purpose of taking it off if her superiors wouldn’t let her do her job. 

Kol could hear the annoyance in her voice as she groaned. “You’ve got it for at least three weeks, and then I’d ween you off it so you only have to wear it in public, and so on.” It was all down to how well she recovered, and if she listened to his instructions, if she didn’t it would only cause more damage in the long run.

Raising her eyebrow, she realized she wasn’t quite sure specifically what department it was Liam worked in. “Uh, good question,” she laughs awkwardly. “Oh, he’s not a victim, he’s a nurse.”

A sigh of relief left Kol’s body as she explained he was in fact a nurse and not an injured party. “That is good to know, but you’ve managed to wander into the trauma ward, so, he might be here, he might not.” He smiled slightly, looking around, not knowing who he was looking for, just looking for the first male nurse in sight.

“Stitches?” Zara repeated in a questioning voice. She had thought it could have lead to that but it didn’t hurt but that could have been the adrenaline. She would have to let Liam know about her little fumble and trip to the hospital. “Well as long as you are caring for me then I guess I can do stitches. You are going to care for me, right Doctor?” Zara was trying to flirt but how much could you flirt when your face was bleeding?

Kol nodded as the brunette before him repeated the word, clearly she wasn’t happy about the fact. “Don’t worry, I’m that good, you’ll hardly have a scar.” He replied with encouragement. “Of course I am.” He replied, laughing a little, he had to give her credit at least, she was definitely keeping up her flirty traits, even given the current situation.

Gabriella sat down on the hospital bed and let him wrap his hand around her own hand. He smirked at her and she smiled back. “Of course not. I was ninja fighting and my ninja star slipped out of my hand.” She said with a smirk back to him, clearly kidding.

Kol nodded pretending to be impressed, and secretly glad she hadn’t told him it was from another cooking incident. “Those ninja stars are tricky to get a hold of, battle wound.” He replied, lifting his arm slightly to show her the scar just under his elbow. “We must be more careful.” He continued, winking at her as he flicked the bed light on with his other elbow, keeping a secure grip of her hand.

Andromeda bit her lip taking the comment to heart. She did feel a slight anger at herself getting hurt, she was a professional now, these were rookie mistakes. “It was just…Lost concentration for a second.” She muttered in confession quickly looking down, not liking such a vulnerable statement to pass her lips. Quickly shaking it off Andromeda drew back her teasing smile. “How about right now? When does your shift end, Doctor.” She basically purred out. “You know a man in uniform is highly irresistible. You must have girls crazy, making faking injuries just to see you.”

Kol noticed the shift in personality as the blonde looked somewhat, embarrassed, vulnerable? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was a side he could bet she didn’t let out often. He decided to pass over what she said, dwelling on it would only make her less likely to talk to him in the long run, and he definitely didn’t want that. Smiling as her teasing demeanor fluttered back he shrugged. “Whenever I want it too.” He admitted, crossing his arms across his chest. “It’s been known, but if that’s what this is really.” Kol motioned to her bandage. “Then you don’t have to go as far next time, just ask.” He teased, giving her a smile.

She was about to reply with a snarky come back before he lifted her badge and she stood still and pressed her lips together. “Well the truth is a lot more damaging than the lie, so consider the lie as an act of kindness. ‘Cause in a way I’m protecting you.” Andromeda replied truthfully and threw him a smile. “I was in a precarious situation! And if I recall correctly I didn’t hear any complaints from you.” She replied with a raise of her eyebrow. “And I did invite you for a pizza and beer!” At his next question she gave an innocent shrug, “I can be very sneaky?”

Kol shook his head furrowed his brow as he looked at the wound on her head. “Clearly I’m not the one that needs protecting.” He replied looking at her slightly concerned. “I didn’t have chance to complain, my mouth was otherwise occupied, the pizza and beer would have made up for it quite well, I’m still holding you to that.” He admitted with a small laugh, it was true though, he didn’t complain, and he wasn’t about to start now either. “Apparently so.” Kol replied with a raise of his brow as he placed the bandage back over her wound.

Raising an eyebrow at the man’s question, she glances around at the surroundings, before laughing awkwardly. “Oh, no, I’m not here ‘cause I’m injured. Just visiting my boyfriend.”

Kol sighed a little from pure relief. “What department is he in? I can direct you.” He offered, shoving the charts under the  under his arm before folding them across his chest. “Is he all good? Given he’s in the hospital that is.” The male asked.

Sofia rolled her eyes as Kol told her not to take out her own stitches. She knew that he was right but Sofia wasn’t the type to admit that. In fact, even whens he sliced her hand, the young woman didn’t even have ‘hospital’ in her mind. It was only when she realised that she needed stitches that she decided that she had to go and that was even asking a person or two if they knew how to stitch. She didn’t like to be a bother, she was the helper, not the person who needed the help. But she had already told Kol that she wouldn’t take them out herself, so, like a scorned child, she sat there in silence until she thought of how to turn their conversation around. “Hey - I turn thirty in a couple of months, you have no excuse.” Had Sofia known that Kol was going to back out, chances were that she would have done the same but she had to admit, she had a good time. It was just what she needed after such a long and painful break up - which she was consistently reminded of every time she found time to unpack a box in her apartment. It was getting easier though since living in Queens for over a month now, the boxes had very nearly disappeared. He wasn’t wrong about the cleaning stinging - Sofia flinched a little, making a face as he wiped the wound clean, “Speaking of birthdays, what are you doing for yours? This month and all.”

Kol glared at her slightly as she rolled her eyes, hopefully she would finally just listen to what she told him, over doing the complete opposite, it was for her own benefit, her hands were tools of the trade and even though she was more than capable of removing stitches, it was never as easy on your own body, he was more than experienced with that. “I have every excuse. I think you forget I’m not someone who likes everyone, outside of work I like to just do me.” He replied with a small laugh, he couldn’t deny that he needed to get away, work swamped him every day and it felt like he was constantly on call, but getting drunk all day every day for a week was just something his body couldn’t physically let him do anymore, it didn’t recover like it used to. Kol instantly felt bad as Sofia flinched. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He cooed in her direction, cleaning out the wound before placing the new gauze atop of it to stem the bleeding. He scrunched his face and shook his head as she spoke about his birthday. “I haven’t even thought about it Sof.” He admitted.

Gabriella had been at home making herself dinner when she had been moving to hastily. She sliced open her palm really deep and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. She knew she needed stitches and headed to the hospital. She saw Kol and furrowed her eyebrows. “I sliced my hand… you work here?” She asked.

Placing the charts down on the side, Kol moved towards Gabriella and nodded as she asked him the question. “For longer than I can remember.” He admitted, instantly wrapping his hand around her wrist, pulling her towards the nearest empty bed. “Please don’t tell me you did this cooking.” He said with a small smile.

Katherine made a face like he was talking crazy, “Me? Lying? Never,” she smiled trying to assure him, “And nothing is bothering me, I promise, well okay sometimes the shoulder hurts, but nothing I can’t manage, so don’t worry okay?” she smiled her best smile to him, still trying to convinced him that she’s fine now. “Awesome and I don’t want the bad coffee from the cafeteria, it’s just torture,” she grinned before laughing, “Of course he’s cooperating, I gave him treats and gave Kleo treats s well so the two of them can get along.”

Kol widened his eyes slightly and nodded, although he wasn’t fully reassured that Katherine wasn’t keeping something from him. “I worry, it’s what I do, especially about family who become patients.” He smiled back and shrugged, it had felt just like it would have if Kleo had have been admitted when Katherine had been rushed into the hospital, and he would never forget the moment he’d first seen her in the emergency room. “I promise we wont have the cafeteria coffee.” He reassured her with a small laugh. “I’m sure they’ll both be fine, it shouldn’t be for too long.”

“Me?” Jamison asked, wondering if the male in front of her was talking to her or behind her. When she turned around and saw no one there, she put the two together and realized it was to her. “Relax, I’m just here to get checked up on. My other doctors doesn’t have an X-Ray in their office so they sent me here.”

Kol laughed slightly as the blonde looked behind her to see who exactly he was talking to. “An x-ray, what did you do?” He questioned, he could never stop himself from being in full work mode. 

“I’m fine!” Zara assured the male, just as she assured the nurses who were forcing her to stay. “I just had bit of a fall and cut my head. But a little vodka and bandages should set me right.” She laughed as she held up the now red towel to her face. She had tripped over someone and fell onto the concrete and now had a gaping wound above her eyebrow.

Kol rose his brow. “You know this is my job, I know when someone isn’t fine.” He replied, looking at the blood stained towel before dropping the charts on the side and stalking over to her. “Let me look.” He was telling her, not asking her. Grabbing a pair of gloves from the nearest station he forced them on before lifting his hand to cover hers and remove the towel slightly, a gaping wound opening up to show itself to him. “Bandages?” He spluttered slightly and laughed. “More like 5 or 6 stitches.”