His family moves around him so quickly that he can't quite keep up, but he's vaguely aware of Five in the background, of Vanya who caught him on the way down, of Allison. Diego's voice cuts through the din like one of his tricksy knives and Klaus's eyes swivel to his brother. He coughs up a laugh at the man's words.
"Oh good luck with that macho man," he teases, a slow arm raising to reach for Diego's hand, but his brother is standing, saying something to Luther, but he can't quite hear it over the pulse thumping loudly in his ears. His eyes burn as the pain gets worse, as the sluggishness and fatigue start to take over, as his chest heaves harder to suck in air when he's sure there's nothing but blood between his ribs.
He hears Diego shout and he reaches for his brother again, as though to somehow drag him back, but the motion doesn't make it far off the ground. What good is he, after all, if he can't make them laugh? If he can't make them roll their eyes and shoo him away. But he squeezes Allison's hand and tries to sit up, boots sliding in the dirt and hay. He knows immediately he's not going to make it up, and that's when the reality of it sinks in. He falls back into Vanya's lap and lets out a shuddering breath, hissed through his teeth with pain.
"It's okay. Hey, it's... I'm okay," he tries, but everything seems so distant and slow now. He's impossibly cold, which is the worst part, really. Is this what Ben felt? "Can't... keep me away forever." His eyes feel heavy, his vision tunneling. This feeling he knows, like standing at the precipice of a long, deep cavern with no bottom in sight.
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"Oh good luck with that macho man," he teases, a slow arm raising to reach for Diego's hand, but his brother is standing, saying something to Luther, but he can't quite hear it over the pulse thumping loudly in his ears. His eyes burn as the pain gets worse, as the sluggishness and fatigue start to take over, as his chest heaves harder to suck in air when he's sure there's nothing but blood between his ribs.
He hears Diego shout and he reaches for his brother again, as though to somehow drag him back, but the motion doesn't make it far off the ground. What good is he, after all, if he can't make them laugh? If he can't make them roll their eyes and shoo him away. But he squeezes Allison's hand and tries to sit up, boots sliding in the dirt and hay. He knows immediately he's not going to make it up, and that's when the reality of it sinks in. He falls back into Vanya's lap and lets out a shuddering breath, hissed through his teeth with pain.
"It's okay. Hey, it's... I'm okay," he tries, but everything seems so distant and slow now. He's impossibly cold, which is the worst part, really. Is this what Ben felt? "Can't... keep me away forever." His eyes feel heavy, his vision tunneling. This feeling he knows, like standing at the precipice of a long, deep cavern with no bottom in sight.