Diego, Allison, and Vanya step over bodies to get into the lobby. Vanya's stomach turns. She can see the bodies of doctors, nurses, and patients on every side. Blood smears the walls and deep claw marks mar the furniture. It looks like something tore the entire room apart and spared the occupants no mercy. Allison steps around the desk and starts to shuffle through paperwork. She has tears in her eyes. Allison writes: "I'll look here. You guys go on. Maybe they have a note on where he was placed." Diego nods solemnly.
Vanya is still standing, frozen, in the middle of the room.
"Come on, Vanya," Diego says gently, "Let's find Klaus and b-b-bring him home."
Vanya is not sure if she wants to go further down the hall, stay where she is at, or run away. Far, far away. Away from all this death. Vanya really hopes he is not dead. They check room after room with no sign of life. Her brain tells her that his survival is unlikely when countless others failed. She tries her best to ignore her brain. Every occupied room is a reflection of the lobby. IV poles knocked over, machines destroyed, beds overturned, total and complete destruction. Not even the steady beat of a heart rate monitor. Just an eerie silence.
Diego leads the way. Most of the bodies are recognizable as dead, but he checks the odd one or two for a pulse before shaking his head sadly and moving on. Diego suddenly stops upon entering an operating room. Vanya brushes up against him before stepping back when she noticed that he stopped moving. He stares straight ahead into the room. Vanya hesitantly peers around his body to see.
Klaus. They found Klaus. He is covered in a hospital gown but the open skin on his arms and face are a deep red with dried blood. Vanya lets out a little cry at the sight. They found him, but, but, but he is dead. Klaus is dead. No. No. No. No again. When they couldn't find Klaus in the water and then Five said they found him and brought him to the hospital, she foolishly had hoped that everything will be alright. That her brother will live. But that little bit of lightness she had felt upon hearing the news is all but gone upon seeing this indisputable proof.
Diego steps further into the room. Vanya cannot see his face, but his shoulders are tense as he steps over a surgeon and slides his fingers under Klaus's wrist. A beat. A gasp.
"H-he has a p-p-pulse."
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Allison unlocks the door and bursts into the hotel room. Diego marches in behind her with Klaus in his arms and Vanya makes up the tail end of their strange parade. Five turns around at the noise and both Luther and Five stare in shock when the party walks in and Diego lays Klaus on one of the beds.
"Why did you bring him here?" Five questions immediately.
"Hospital was destroyed."
"What do you mean, the hospital was destroyed?"
Five looks ready to explode. Cha-Cha, still handcuffed to the table, chuckles to herself.
"We got there, and everyone was dead. An absolute massacre. W-We found Klaus. He is alive."
Five seems to ponder this. Diego turns back to Klaus and looks him over. Vanya hands him a wet towel. He carefully tears the top of the hospital gown back to reveal Klaus's chest. He does not look much better than when Diego found him in the warehouse. The makeshift bandages are gone. So are the dog tags. The hospital must have removed them. He starts to gently wipe away the layers of blood and sweat. This reveals some deeper wounds that he patches up with gauze, with the help of his other siblings. Luther stays on the table and guards Cha-Cha. Five pops in and out of the room, bringing supplies. Vanya hands over clean towels every few minutes as the used ones become coated with grim far too quickly. Allison helps Diego. They each slide into a role, working well as a team, despite not being one for a long, long time.
Bruising tells Diego that Klaus's ribs are cracked, but lacking a medical degree, he is not sure what to do besides wrap them up. Same goes for Klaus's knee after he cleans it up the best he can. Klaus's skin is warm to the touch and his body trembles. Diego sees the entry wound from the bullet and notices there is not an exit wound.
"Do you think the doctors got the bullet out?"
Allison shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. Diego cleans and covers it with gauze too. He sighs, stands up, and walks over to the sink to wash off his blood-covered hands.