April 3, 2019 – 22:45
Klaus and Ben walk for an antagonizing two hours until Klaus decides he can go no further. He slides down a brick wall in an alley and collapses in a heap. Ben squats down next to him.
"You need to get to a hospital. Or call an ambulance. This can't have been good for your injuries. Your knee is fractured, or broken, and not to mention..." He waves his hand over the rest of Klaus's body.
"Give me a minute, Ben."
Klaus does not know how he got as far as he did. Adrenalin? Determination? Desperation? A combination of all three? His knee is swollen now, and his bandages have bleed through. He cannot tell which feels worse - the cracked ribs, or the cuts, of that deep puncture wound. At the moment though, his stomach is not feeling too good. Or more like, worse than his new normal. He groans and throws up bile to the side. Opposite side of where Ben is sitting, fortunately. Wouldn't want to incur Ben's Cthulhu's wrath. When had he last eaten? The last time he can remember getting food was those delicious looking street tacos at the theater, but Five's bloodthirsty friend interrupted what would have been one fine meal. And they were fresh too! Food. Just another thing to add to the long Todo list.
He knows this city like the feel of Dave's engraved name on his dog tags, but his brain feels a bit scrambled, and he isn't sure where he is. How far did they walk? And where is the hospital from here? He could ask someone when he gets out on the street, or Ben, he thinks. Klaus hates hospitals. Except for the drugs. They have good drugs there. But otherwise, hospitals are usually on the list of no-go places for Klaus, along with cemeteries, rehabs voluntarily, and that grocery on 5th. Even with his limited brain cells that Five insists he lost to the little tyke, he knows that stuff on the inside should stay on the inside and that is very much not the case right now. Too bad it was not closer to Halloween. He could cosplay Carrie. He would look great in that dress. Now he just needs to find the motivation/strength/energy/physical capability to get up and go.
Instead, his eyes drift close.