Just when Klaus thinks that he's going to die alone, just like he was always afraid he would, there's a familiar flash of blue light and his brother is suddenly there. Klaus lets out a relieved sob and squeezes Five's hand as hard as he can, stomach heaving as he's flung across town in less than a second.

He makes out the sign for an emergency room and he shakes his head a little, swallowing the blood in his mouth as he tries to speak. There isn't anything to be done. He's not sure that he's ever seen Five look so concerned, and as he does his best to focus on Five's face, he realizes that it's a bit different. It's sharper, perhaps a little gaunt, and even now, Klaus wants to ask him what happened.

"This is it, old man," he manages to say, doing his best to smile as he squeezes Five's hand. He doesn't want Five beating himself up for this, or spend any time wondering if he could have done something differently. He's just glad that Five is here, and he isn't alone. "I'm glad you came back."

Klaus weakly reaches up to touch Five's face, fingertips leaving bloody smears against his jaw before he goes limp against the pavement, letting out a last gurgling breath as his eyes go unfocused. Lifeless.