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wholeworldoutthere) wrote2013-02-23 07:46 am
wholeworldoutthere) wrote2013-02-23 07:46 am
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February 15 - Early morning
When Klaus gets beamed back to the Porta Ianulis, he's still feeling under the weather, to say the least. He was partly healed, because otherwise, he's fairly certain he would have ended up in a puddle of his own blood in quarantine, but his left arm is still lacerated, and the neater wounds over his ribcage are barely just healed. He's only been given two blood bags during his little stay in quarantine, which is not helping this frustratingly slow rate of healing. He's sore, his arm is a mess of numb pain when he keeps it still, acute pain when he moves it, and he's hungry beyond words: the few people he crosses on his way back to his room are an incredibly tempting meal.
The tempting meals he crosses also happen to look at him oddly, because his shirt is in tatters, his lacerated arm can be seen through the tatters, and he is full of dried blood. His blood.
He's not sure whether Caroline will even be in the room, given how he left the day before, that day of all days, and didn't come back. The door slides open, and he sees her curled up on the bed in one of his t-shirts, something she hasn't done in a long time, with Star asleep where Klaus usually is. The door closes behind him and he stands there and watches her for a moment, before he walks over to the replicator, asking it for blood in a whisper. No need to wake her up.
He feeds, for a long time. Then he sits by his desk and tilts his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a good five minutes. His arm is resting across his stomach, painfully slowly healing. After a moment, he tilts his head back up and looks at Caroline and Star. A little while later, and he stands up to go get the shower. He rips the remains of his shirt right off his back, instead of trying to take it off, and manages one-handedly to get rid of the rest of his clothes.
The water only makes the pain worse, but he needed that shower.
The tempting meals he crosses also happen to look at him oddly, because his shirt is in tatters, his lacerated arm can be seen through the tatters, and he is full of dried blood. His blood.
He's not sure whether Caroline will even be in the room, given how he left the day before, that day of all days, and didn't come back. The door slides open, and he sees her curled up on the bed in one of his t-shirts, something she hasn't done in a long time, with Star asleep where Klaus usually is. The door closes behind him and he stands there and watches her for a moment, before he walks over to the replicator, asking it for blood in a whisper. No need to wake her up.
He feeds, for a long time. Then he sits by his desk and tilts his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a good five minutes. His arm is resting across his stomach, painfully slowly healing. After a moment, he tilts his head back up and looks at Caroline and Star. A little while later, and he stands up to go get the shower. He rips the remains of his shirt right off his back, instead of trying to take it off, and manages one-handedly to get rid of the rest of his clothes.
The water only makes the pain worse, but he needed that shower.