"That couch is vintage," Klaus replies, groaning and hissing as he settles onto the floor. There's still a hole going all the way through him and really, he shouldn't be alive, but it feels as if he's healing from the inside out. His heart, and now his lungs, which is a relief. He feels a little less about to panic now that he can take in a full breath and swallow without tasting fresh blood.

He's about to decline Lan Wangji's offer but refrains when he sees the look on his face, obviously upset and wanting to help.

"You can take my pain," Klaus says raggedly, and then holds up one bloody hand to point at him. "Just my pain. Don't heal me, okay? I seem to be handling that part on my own and I want to ride it out."