"Hargreeves, right?" One of the nurses stays behind to find out the details of the situation before she disappears, sending a page for a Dr. Vickars.
There are hands on him and lights too bright to open his eyes for, codes and numbers that he doesn't understand being shouted as he's shifted from Klaus' hold onto a bed and roll, roll, rolling down a hall to the next available room. He doesn't really remember what they did or how close they said he came to not being here in time. For all that Klaus can tell, he was in his doppelganger's arms, he blinked, and he was waking up in a hospital bed with an IV in his arm.
"Oh, God..." he barely breathes the words out as everything else filters in suddenly-- the club, the hotel room, the elevator, the cars. Klaus. Where's Klaus? He's looking, but all his eyes taken in is an empty room with no sign of another person having existed in it at all. He can hear the sounds the cars from the wreck down the street made, like the whole scene is repeating in his head on loop. But where's Klaus, he had to be okay, he had to be, he was how he'd gotten here.
"Klaus?" he calls out, his voice higher pitched than he'd like while panic dug its claws into his chest. His head is spinning with thoughts about the night, how far from what he'd intended it had spun, how close he came to dying on two different occasions in the same fucking night. "Ohmygod." He puts his hands over his ears and folds inward on himself, squeezing his eyes shut.
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There are hands on him and lights too bright to open his eyes for, codes and numbers that he doesn't understand being shouted as he's shifted from Klaus' hold onto a bed and roll, roll, rolling down a hall to the next available room. He doesn't really remember what they did or how close they said he came to not being here in time. For all that Klaus can tell, he was in his doppelganger's arms, he blinked, and he was waking up in a hospital bed with an IV in his arm.
"Oh, God..." he barely breathes the words out as everything else filters in suddenly-- the club, the hotel room, the elevator, the cars. Klaus. Where's Klaus? He's looking, but all his eyes taken in is an empty room with no sign of another person having existed in it at all. He can hear the sounds the cars from the wreck down the street made, like the whole scene is repeating in his head on loop. But where's Klaus, he had to be okay, he had to be, he was how he'd gotten here.
"Klaus?" he calls out, his voice higher pitched than he'd like while panic dug its claws into his chest. His head is spinning with thoughts about the night, how far from what he'd intended it had spun, how close he came to dying on two different occasions in the same fucking night. "Ohmygod." He puts his hands over his ears and folds inward on himself, squeezing his eyes shut.