"Do not," Lan Wangji barks, face fierce with anger that Klaus would dare comfort him, would dare to let go, would dare die on this filthy street. He grabs the now limp hand that left a smear of blood on his chest and pushes it against the wound, both hands now covering Klaus and glowing bright as he pushes energy with his Core.

The murmurs of the crowd around him grow more agitated the longer this goes on, and the sirens of the car carrying healers is grating and late and useless.

A hand lands on his shoulder and he growls at them to leave, finally drawing Bichen with one hand as men in uniforms try and separate him from Klaus's body. He does not stop healing, will not stop. He refuses to accept any of this.