By the time that they're clean and dry and Klaus has been utterly spoiled by Obi-Wan's amazing bedside manner, they crawl into bed and Klaus almost immediately falls asleep. Passes out from exhaustion, more like it. According to his body, the trauma and the unanswerable questions and the what now can all wait until later.
He sleeps, and then he dreams. In his dream, he's eight years old again, screaming with his cheek pressed to the freezing cold cement floor of an old crypt. The oxygen in the room is gone and he feels sick, and then he is sick all over that cold floor. He's begging for help with whatever air he has left and just before everything goes black, he hears the faint ticking of a stopwatch, and the scratching of a pen.
Klaus wakes up with a gasp, eyes snapping open to find that he's back home, tucked away safely in Obi-Wan's bed. Still, his heart is racing and sweat beads at his temple, and he turns to the side to curl himself around Obi-Wan's back, cheek pressed to warm, smooth skin.
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He sleeps, and then he dreams. In his dream, he's eight years old again, screaming with his cheek pressed to the freezing cold cement floor of an old crypt. The oxygen in the room is gone and he feels sick, and then he is sick all over that cold floor. He's begging for help with whatever air he has left and just before everything goes black, he hears the faint ticking of a stopwatch, and the scratching of a pen.
Klaus wakes up with a gasp, eyes snapping open to find that he's back home, tucked away safely in Obi-Wan's bed. Still, his heart is racing and sweat beads at his temple, and he turns to the side to curl himself around Obi-Wan's back, cheek pressed to warm, smooth skin.