“Oh, let me call the National Inquirer now and tell them all I know about Allison Hargreeves and her unborn baby. Who is the father, where did he come from, and who is that dashing man at her elbow now with the chic, junkie aesthetic?”

He sighs and and shakes his head, eyes growing heavy. Just as he seems to settle, a nurse comes in with some orderlies and clucks her tongue. “We have to get him up, dear,” the nurse says with a tight smile. It’s just as Klaus had warned her, after all, as they urge him back into the bed.

“Mr. Hargreeves, seeing as this is the second time you’ve taken your IV out...” she goes on, explaining just why they’ll have to put his hands in restraints. He doesn’t complain much, waiting for the stick of the velcro.

“Oh, you could do it harder, you know, I’ve always liked it rough.” The nurse looks more than annoyed at him, cinching the cuffs before she reworks his IV. The woman looks at Allison, wary, because sure, she knows the face. Who doesn’t know the Hargreeves kids, after all?

“I’ll be back with a sedative to help him sleep,” she says before she slips out. Klaus huffs, raising his hands slightly against the cuffs, pouting.

“She didn’t even get me close. I’m so disappointed.”