People follow them down the street, including one middle-aged woman very concerned about how they're leaving a bright crimson path of gore. Despite Luther's best attempts to take even, careful steps, he needs to hurry and he can hear blood hit the pavement in dull bursts.
"I've got you," he repeats to Klaus, again and again. No time to call anyone; they're better off lucking out with the crowd and emergency services. Nothing directly around them like a clinic. Shouldn't... would Obi-Wan be able to sense anything? Luther thinks as hard as he can; he thinks Obi-Wan come to the hospital help Klaus he's dying and can't remember if Jedi are telepaths.
They're getting close to a massive bridge that involves exactly the kind of winding staircase Luther's sure Klaus would otherwise die to escape. Too many steps. Up Luther goes, aware that a hand is on his chest, and he refuses to pause.
"Klaus, it's me. We're getting help, I'm going to get you help. Okay, buddy?" He's struck by the sudden impulse to try one of those terms of endearments Klaus uses all the time, and he can't.
He says, "Stay with me, sweetheart," and that's how he knows that he knows that Klaus is dying.
Halfway up the stairs, Klaus dies, and Luther sits down on the steps, the railings biting into his shoulders, and shifts to cradle the body. With the crowd shouting below, he opens his mouth and does as his stupid ape genes tell him: bellows to the sky with animal rage.
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"I've got you," he repeats to Klaus, again and again. No time to call anyone; they're better off lucking out with the crowd and emergency services. Nothing directly around them like a clinic. Shouldn't... would Obi-Wan be able to sense anything? Luther thinks as hard as he can; he thinks Obi-Wan come to the hospital help Klaus he's dying and can't remember if Jedi are telepaths.
They're getting close to a massive bridge that involves exactly the kind of winding staircase Luther's sure Klaus would otherwise die to escape. Too many steps. Up Luther goes, aware that a hand is on his chest, and he refuses to pause.
"Klaus, it's me. We're getting help, I'm going to get you help. Okay, buddy?" He's struck by the sudden impulse to try one of those terms of endearments Klaus uses all the time, and he can't.
He says, "Stay with me, sweetheart," and that's how he knows that he knows that Klaus is dying.
Halfway up the stairs, Klaus dies, and Luther sits down on the steps, the railings biting into his shoulders, and shifts to cradle the body. With the crowd shouting below, he opens his mouth and does as his stupid ape genes tell him: bellows to the sky with animal rage.