Somewhere between everything blurring into nothing and being bodily dragged out of his seat, Klaus came to again-- just in time to blink and see the impending crash that was coming their way. But he's barely conscious and it's hard to focus other than panic, which is probably not helping the narcotics pumping through his system.
He groans and tries to get up, but everything still feels too heavy and the world is spinning. He tilts his head back and stares up at the older man. "What-- the fuck, man, wha-" he cuts himself off, not really sure what he's getting at, except that he's freaking the fuck out right. "M'gonna die." He's not sure that what he's feeling could be anything else, except seconds away becoming one of the ones that taunts him and, fuck if there isn't a sick irony in that.
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He groans and tries to get up, but everything still feels too heavy and the world is spinning. He tilts his head back and stares up at the older man. "What-- the fuck, man, wha-" he cuts himself off, not really sure what he's getting at, except that he's freaking the fuck out right. "M'gonna die." He's not sure that what he's feeling could be anything else, except seconds away becoming one of the ones that taunts him and, fuck if there isn't a sick irony in that.