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Caroline Forbes eyed Klaus Mikaelson like she was debating on whether or not to help him, or make his situation worse. Sometimes she hated that she loved him. Sometimes. This happened to be one of them.
“Stop being a baby,” she said. “It’s only going to sting a little bit.”
One hand rested on his right shoulder blade, the other held the arrow in his left shoulder just above the head.
“For Christ’s sake, Caroline. Just---”
Caroline yanked the arrow in one smooth jerked motion, pulling it out.
“Fuck!”
“See, all done.”