"No. The fuck. You aren't." Not while I'm still breathing, he thinks again, although he's wondering how long that'll last if he continues pushing this new power of his. The taller male pops the door latch, kicks it open and plants his feet, sliding out ever so slightly until he can lift the younger back into his arms.

Thankfully, the person in the other car has exited as well to figure out what the fuck is going on. "Get away from your car," he insists while stumbling his way toward the sidewalk. The man deems it unnecessary to argue, hurries in the same direction they're going and Klaus lets go—

Sorry, Daddy Dearest (except not really?) He exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding and the automobile he'd been driving slams into the one in front of it at full force, sends them both flying forward, but mercifully, nobody's inside either. Feels real wrong to flee a hit and run scene; he'd made sure the other driver was fine though, so it should be okay? At least for now because he hasn't got the time to argue-- he's going to keep heading toward the hospital, even if he's on foot now.