Klaus is unaware of the commotion that surrounds his body after he dies because, well, he's a little distracted. Minutes pass and they probably feel like hours to Obi-Wan, who kneels on the pavement and holds him.
One minute of death turns to five, five to ten, and Klaus's blood spreads further and further outward on the pavement, soaking the knees of Obi-Wan's jeans and the hem of his robe. Sirens blare, people gather, and ten minutes become fifteen.
While it may not look like he's doing much, given that his heart has stopped pumping blood to his brain, but Klaus is busy. His skin loses color as blood drains from him, but he still exists somewhere, doing his best to fight his way back.
On the sixteenth minute after his death, Klaus Hargreeves suddenly slams back into his body and comes alive with a harsh gasp, back arching in Obi-Wan's loose grasp as his eyes snap open. His mouth is still full of blood and he turns his head to cough it up and spit it onto the sidewalk, panting harshly as he turns to stare up at Obi-Wan's stunned face.
He's shaking as if he's laying barefoot in the snow, cold down to his bones, and his teeth chatter as he winces against the pain in his chest.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily," Klaus gets out, smiling even though his face and teeth are red with blood. There's more blood on the ground than in his body, it seems, but he's alive. Somehow, he's alive.
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One minute of death turns to five, five to ten, and Klaus's blood spreads further and further outward on the pavement, soaking the knees of Obi-Wan's jeans and the hem of his robe. Sirens blare, people gather, and ten minutes become fifteen.
While it may not look like he's doing much, given that his heart has stopped pumping blood to his brain, but Klaus is busy. His skin loses color as blood drains from him, but he still exists somewhere, doing his best to fight his way back.
On the sixteenth minute after his death, Klaus Hargreeves suddenly slams back into his body and comes alive with a harsh gasp, back arching in Obi-Wan's loose grasp as his eyes snap open. His mouth is still full of blood and he turns his head to cough it up and spit it onto the sidewalk, panting harshly as he turns to stare up at Obi-Wan's stunned face.
He's shaking as if he's laying barefoot in the snow, cold down to his bones, and his teeth chatter as he winces against the pain in his chest.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily," Klaus gets out, smiling even though his face and teeth are red with blood. There's more blood on the ground than in his body, it seems, but he's alive. Somehow, he's alive.