~Zoe~
My hands flew to my mouth as I watched Niklaus hold the doctor up with his arm. The back of the doctor was plastered to the wall while Niklaus stood in front of him with his arm under his throat. The doctor was coughing and trying to take Niklaus’ hand away from his throat so that he could breathe properly but it was like trying to take away a boulder from a site with one finger. It was impossible. It was fast becoming obvious to me that if there was no intervention, someone was going to end up dying before my eyes. I wasn’t ready for anything like that to taint my soul and mind any further than all the deaths I heard about or experienced did to me.
“Niklaus please let him go”
It was like I was speaking to a deaf person. There was not even a change in posture to show that he hear
