Klaus lets her close, lets her steady him because he needs it. His legs don't feel like his underneath him, but they're strong, despite it all. He keeps his hands clamped over his ears, keeps his eyes screwed shut until whatever haunt was lingering nearby finally fades away. Allison's touch brings him back to the surface of it all and he reaches for the bedside, sitting like she's asked him to, letting his fingers twist tightly in the overturned bed covers.

He leans forward into her, pressing his face against her shoulder, his own shoulders shaking as he comes down from the hysteria, the tears. He tries to focus on the monitors, the way they alarm, dissonant. "I can hear them everywhere," he says quietly. It's a hospital. So many people have died here. "The longer I sit here, the more I see. They come out of the fucking walls in swarms. I need to be numb again."

Thankfully this is Allison he's making the desperate plea to and not a frenzied hospital orderly. After all, they'd diagnose him with hallucinations and psychotic breaks and maybe even a dash of schizophrenia if he's not too careful. He sucks in a shaky breath, using every beat of his heart to begin laying the bricks of his defenses.

"Welcome home, Allison! Did you know your brother is a fucking mess? He sure is pretty but that's about all he's got going for him. Don't get too close, he might have rabies."