Obi-Wan leaves, and it's the first time since it happened that Klaus has been alone. He takes a deep, deep breath and lets it out on a shuddering exhale that still has a bit of a wheeze to it, and then presses his hands to his face.

And then he laughs, dark and unhappy, because there's another thing to add to the list of firsts that he doesn't remember. When was the first time he died? Was it there in that crypt and the hands of his father? Or was there some terrible misstep in his youth that led to Reginald discovering what he could do? How calculated was the risk when his father suffocated him to death? Did he even care?

When Obi-Wan slips back through the curtain, Klaus jerks his head up and quickly wipes at the corner of his eye as he slides off of the gurney. He wobbles unsteadily and grabs the bed to steady himself before reaching out to take the scrubs. After setting them on the bed, he shrugs out of Obi-Wan's robe and turns to the sink in the corner, running the water hot as he hunches over it to try and scrub the blood off of his hands.

"My clothes are trashed, aside from my boots," Klaus says as he watches the water run in pink swirls down the drain. "But getting blood out of our uniforms was one of our lessons as a kid, so I should be able to save your robe."