Klaus wants to protest, because with everything he just went through, he can't stand being touched by strangers, or being in this bright, loud place. He even opens his mouth to say no, but then looks up at Obi-Wan's face.

Obi-Wan asked him specifically to do this. He so rarely outright asks for anything, and he did just have to endure Klaus dying in his arms, however temporarily, so it's the least that Klaus could do. "Fine."

He endures the tests, lets the doctor shine lights in his eyes and press a cold stethoscope to next to the bandage on his chest. He does decline having any bloodwork done, not because he's afraid of needles (ha), but because he doesn't trust this place. He doesn't want any Darrow weirdos running tests on his blood. Maybe he's being paranoid, but he did just learn that his father murdered him in the name of science, so he isn't in a trusting mood.

"Your breathing is still a little labored, but your lung is rapidly repairing itself, so it should improve," the doctor tells him, and Klaus swallows hard and doesn't even really pay attention. Obi-Wan will be listening, and he'll relay anything important. She gives a rambling rundown of his vast injuries, and his expression gets more and more pinched.

"Am I free to go, doc?" He finally says in a tightly clipped voice, a vast deviation from his normal drawl.