"Death may be the greatest of all human blessings."

-Socrates

6 months ago....

"Hello, Ms. Elizabeth Forbes. I'm Dr. Salvatore." I say after I walk into the examine room.  Glancing at the clipboard, I look at all the symptoms that were listed. "Dr. Monroe referred you to me because your MRI showed a mass in your brain."

"Everyone calls me Liz back home. " She smiles slightly."Salvatore? Any relation to the Salvatores in Mystic Falls?" Liz asks as she really didn't want to know that she was going to die. The blonde knew as soon as the doctor in town told her that she needed a specialist that her condition wasn't good at all.

"Yes very distantly." I say to the woman on my examining table. "Anyways, I have looked over your MRI. The tumor that we found is growing. Quick.  Chemo is not an option. But I can remove it while it is still at this size it is."

Liz looks down defeated. "What are the risks?"

"I'm not going to lie to you and say there aren't any. Because there are ricks for any surgery, especially for the human brain. The tumor has developed onto you brain stem." I  press my lips together as I think over her options to give her. "If I don't do the surgery, the tumor will keep growing and will kill you, Liz."

"How long will I have if I decide against the surgery?" Liz looks at me.

"About a year or less." I answer.

"What about the surgery? How long will it give me?" Liz asks me again.

"It's to say that I get the whole tumor, it will give 10 years or more. But the quality of life will be set lower than normal. You may not be able to do things like you are now. You will be alive though." I say, looking at her.

"What if you don't get the whole tumor?" She runs her hands through her short blonde hair.

"Then the tumor would grow back even worse and it would be harder to remove." I set the clipboard down on the counter. Walking over to Liz, I sit down next to her. I take her hands in mine. "This seems like lost hope. But Dr. Monroe wanted the best possible outcome and I am the best. Whichever you choose, I am the best doctor to treat you."

Tears fill her eyes. "I live in Mystic Falls, Virginia. I took two vacation days to come out here. I can't stay here in Seattle. I have a daughter and a job to get back too."

"Then I guess I will just have to come to you." I smile.

Now...

"Goodmorning, Dr. Laughlin." I say as I walk up to my fellow doctor and her group of students.

"Goodmorning, Dr. Salvatore. You just do your morning rounds?" Josette Laughlin is new this year also. She graduated and joined the medic team in the army. Now she teaches at Whitmore with me.

"Yes I just did." I smile. Looking at the group of students. I recognize the latest doppelganger, Elena. Raising my eyebrow. She is looking at me like she is trying to examine me. "Pop quiz; Mr. Weatherly complains of chest pains and shortness of breath. Can anyone tell me and Dr. Laughlin what tests we should run?"

A few students raise their hands, not including Elena. Dr. Laughlin beats me to the punch. "Gilbert." She calls the doppelganger out.

Elena looks around. "Umm.." She bites her lip. Glancing at her papers in her hands. " A pulmonary angiogram provides picture of blood flow in the arteries of the lungs which we look for in a pulmonary embolism. A condition in which Mr. Weatherly's symptoms are common."

I shake my head and smile at Elena. "Good, someone's read ahead. Remember that. You'll need it in three years." Dr. Laughlin says as she glances between me and a stack of bedpans behind me.

I grab one off the cart and hand it to Elena. "Here's the bedpan that you need to know about today."

Dr. Laughlin nods and turns to lead them away. "Moving on." She says. "Have a good day, Dr. Salvatore."

"You too." I wave to her and laugh as I walk down the hall. Suddenly I am jerked by my doctor coat into a side hallway that is abandoned. Looking straight into Elena Gilbert's eyes. "What can I help you with, Miss Gilbert?" I reach my hand up, grabbing onto hers and twisting her grip off me. I switch our positions by pinning her to the wall.

"You are a Salvatore. You have to be related to Stefan and Damon!" Elena mutters. Her eyes widen as I take control of the situation. "And you are a vampire. Who are you?"

"Who I am is a need to know basis. And you are not on the list of people that need to know. But what you do need to know is that I am older than you and much stronger. So next time, just ask instead of jerking me around, Gilbert." I growl. "You can tell me where I can find Stefan and Damon though." I let go of her.

"Stefan isn't here. And Damon.." Elena shakes her head and whooshes out of my sight. I roll my eyes before running my hands over my coat to straighten it out.

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The pre-football game party is already in full swing by the time I arrive. College students are all drinking and hanging out. Music is vibrating through several speakers. I grab a red solo cup from a random student. "Thank you." I say with a smirk. The kid gives me an ugly face before walking off.

I see Dr. Laughlin walking toward me. I tilt my cup to my lips and take a big gulp. "Finally someone over 20 years old." She laughs. "Hello Winifred."

"You can call me Winnie, Dr. Laughlin." I smile at her. "Winifred was my grandmother's name."

"Then you can call me Jo." Dr. Laughlin says. "The rest of the other chaperones are around the burger bar." Her dark eyes go to someone behind me and she smiles.

I turn slightly to see Alaric. "Hello Ric." I smell the blood on him.

"Hey Winnie. Nice to see you again." He smiles, taking out his flask and taking a sip. "And you are a vegetarian?" His eyes go to Jo as he asks her that.

Jo nods. "I don't eat red meat. I look at  blood all day." She bites her lip. "Because I work at the medical center, not because I am a serial killer or anything." Jo laughs.

I roll my eyes. "I work in the medical department too. But I am an adamant meat lover. I leave work at the door when it comes to food. Sorry, Jo." I hold up my free hand in surrender and laugh.

Ric starts to laugh with us. "I'm Alaric. I teach occult studies here." He holds out his hand to Jo.

"Jo." She shakes his hand and quickly pulls away. "I didn't know Occult studies are an actual thing."

I am not drunk enough for this awkward conversation between them. I gulp down the rest of my beer. I grab onto another student. Giving them my empty cup and taking their full one. Looking back at Ric and Jo, they are both staring at me. "What?" I shrug.

Ric shakes his head, laughing once more at me. "Yeah. Anyways..." He smiles at me. Taking another sip of his blood in his flask.

I grab the flask, taking a long sip carefully. I totally don't need blood spilling down my chin with Jo watching. I give Ric his flask back and laugh. "Thanks for the drink. I needed something stronger than the keg beer." I wink at Ric. A little red comes to his cheeks as he put the flask back into his pocket.

"No problem." Ric mutters, obviously I intimidate him slightly by the way he adverts his eyes from me to look at Jo.

It got dark pretty fast. The football game will start soon. I gulp down like my one hundredth cup of beer. I wasn't even tipsy, maybe a little buzz. I stayed near Ric and Jo, listening to their awkward conversation.

A few feet from us, two people starts to fight. I recognize one to be Tyler Lockwood. He is holding a boy by the throat, yelling at the poor boy. Throwing my empty cup behind me, I run over with Ric.

"Hey, knock it off." I shout. Pushing Tyler Lockwood away as he let the boy go.

"You've got it under control? Yeah, right?" Ric mutters, checking on the other boy. He puts his hand on the blonde boy and motions to leave. "Come on. Let's get out of here." Ric turns his head toward me and nods my way.

I nod back at him. Still having one hand on Tyler's chest. "You need calm down, Mr. Lockwood." I say as I grab his arm, pulling him away from the crowd.

He jerks away from me as we near a tree. "Who the hell are you?" He mutters, still pissed about what happened back there.

"I'm Dr. Winnie Lockwood Salvatore. The new teacher here at Whitmore. " I smile. Crossing my arms over my chest. "It's nice to meet you, Tyler."

"What?" His dark eyes widen. "That would mean your related..."He stops as he processes what he thought about saying.

"That would mean I was related to you and the Salvatores. You are correct." I laugh. "Damon and Stefan are my brothers. And I married a Lockwood."

"Hold up. Wait, what?" Tyler is definitely the stereotypical jock. He is having a stupid moment.

"I married into the Lockwood family. And I popped out a baby before I died." I look at him. He just stares at me. "So I'm the reason that you were born, biotch." I wink at him before turning to find some more alcohol. Leaving him dumbstruck.

***Wow, I updated! Yay. As you can see I changed the title of this too. It is now Broken Hallelujah. This took longer than I thought because I had to figure out what I wanted to do with Winnie. So yea, she told Tyler because he is family. Comment and Vote.***