"It's fine," he consoles, breathing slightly labored. "Nobody's hurt and we're practically there." His voice sounds off, too-- a little dull, kind of too tedious, as if it's hard for him to speak. Every muscle in his body feels sore, regardless of the fact they'd avoided any serious injury.

Klaus clutches his counterpart to his chest, picks up the pace of his sprint, relief flooding through him when he spots the emergency room sign. Had it not been for the automatic doors, he might've kicked those open as well, but they slide aside and he stumbles in, whips his head toward the nearest nurse with a breathless, "Help," which immediately causes her to spring into action. Could possibly be the fact there's blood running from his right ear and nose; either way, another pair of attendants come rushing out and he moves to set him on the gurney. "We made it, kid."

And he doesn't plan on leaving Klaus's side (until they force him to, anyway).