(Three)
"Wh... what happened?" I asked, opening my eyes. I was laying on a hospital bed, under a sign that read, "Intensive Care".
"Oh Klaus!" said a familiar voice. I looked around to find myself wrapped in the arms of Isadora Quagmire, who looked more worry-stricken than I had ever seen her. Her face was pale, which made her dark, wide eyes stick out more than usual. I hated seeing her this worried, so I asked again.
"What happened?"
"Well, all I remember was a crash from your room, finding the window broken, a rock on the floor, and you all in a heap with the upper part of your arm bleeding," she said, rolling up my sleeve to give me a good look at a bunch of thick stitches in my arm.
"Oh." I sighed, rolling my sleeve back down. "Where's the rest of 'em?" I asked, referring to my sisters and her brothers.
"Are you sure you want to see right now?" she asked, looking me in the eyes. I got a better look at her. Her face was tear-stained and splattered with blood.
"Whose blood is that?" I asked, looking at the long line that streaked her right cheek.
"Yours. It was very bad, Klaus. You were unconcious," she said, looking at me with a sad expression. "I never want to see you brush with death again."
"Well. Let's not worry about that now. Can I get out of bed?"
"Yes."
"Show me my sisters, please," I said, standing up. It was a bit difficult at first, considering the blood loss, but I regained my footing.
"Okay, but you are not gonna like it," said Isadora, giving me her hand to hold for support. "It's not pretty."
"Isadora, why am I closing my eyes?"
"You're not gonna like where I'm leading you, that's why."
I heard a door open, and she led me into a room that felt unusually cold. I heard what seemed like four drawers open, and a few zippers zip. I already didn't like what I was hearing, and had a strong premonition that we were in-
"The mourge," I said under my breath, with a shiver.
"What?" Isadora asked, putting her hand on my shoulder and giving it a good squeeze, obviously to brace me.
"We're in the mourge, aren't we?" I said, opening my eyes to the pale bodies of an eighteen-year-old girl, a three-year-old girl, and two sixteen-year-old boys. They were scratched and streaked with dirt, and all their eyes were shocked, open. I reached out and touched the body of Sunny Baudelaire, my younger sister, to find her freezing cold- only the kind of cold that death could bring. Violet was the same cold. I looked over and saw Isadora weeping over her dead brothers, and immediately I felt for her something I had never felt before, not even for Fiona Widdershins, who had joined Count Olaf last I saw her. She had given me a small kiss, right on the mouth, but it had been nothing compared to what Isadora and I had just shared on the stage. It didn't really feel like Fiona cared, like it was just a sad goodbye. But even when we were acting, I had felt something from Isadora- something meaningful, sensual even, and I wondered if she would ever mean it as Klaus and Isadora, not Peter and Anne.
"I'm so sorry, Klaus," Isadora said, coming over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. I put my arms in the most natural place possible, around her middle. I wanted to stay that way for a very long time, because it was the most comforted I had ever felt since my parents had passed away. Now it seemed as if there were nothing more I wanted to do than kiss her again, but I thought it might take her by surprise, and she might not even have feelings for me.
"Isadora... why did this happen? Did anything happen to you?" I asked, loosening up a little and looking her in the eyes.
"No, nothing happened to me, but you know... I think he tried to kill us all."
"Who?"
"Well, their attacker, naturally," she said, looking once again at her dead brothers. "I just assume it was a he is all."
"Well, you don't suppose..."
"Mmmm?" she said, looking at me in a funny way I could almost swear was loving. She was looking at my six-pack. I crossed my arms low, thinking maybe she did like me.
Suddenly, she realised.
"Count Olaf!" we both shouted. Suddenly we caught each other's eyes and blushed. She bit her lip and looked down, as did I. I was starting to think she was in love with me... but first I had to think of a way to pose the question, so we just stood there for a few moments, until she came over and wrapped her arms around me, weeping.
"There now... there now..." I said.