Disclaimer: I own nothing. All is riff and parody.
Warnings: Deals with the subject of torture, violence and assault. Also, Johann Schmidt is a Nazi and expresses Nazi views. Because he's evil.
Dr. Klaus cleans off Erik's face and diagnoses a concussion.
"I did not mean to hurt him," Erik keeps mumbling. He's disgusted with himself for how he is pleading his defense when Schmidt was the aggressor. Self preservation is an awful, abasing thing.
"I'll take care of him," Dr. Klaus says.
After a few minutes he leaves. He goes into the room down the hall with the sofa, the table, and the coffee that has now grown cold. Erik catches a glimpse of Johann Schmidt sitting on the sofa, holding an ice pack to his head. Dr. Klaus stands in front of him and for a second they are quiet. Then they both burst out laughing.
"You're going to get yourself killed for a skinny Jew? What's the matter with you?" Dr. Klaus laughs, shaking his head.
"What can I say?" Johann asks with a smile. "He didn't want the cookie."
