Klaus drifts a little once he’s settled back into the bed. He has no doubt that they’ll try and give him something to knock him out much of the night if he stays here, which could be a blessing and a curse. He can’t help but laugh a little at Allison’s fury, it shows all in her face, even if the nurses don’t notice.

“Whoa there, hellcat,” he says, words slurring with fatigue. But having the restraints removed gives him the ability to roll onto his side again, curling into himself. “Don’t kill anyone, then we’d be in a real pinch. You promised me a hotel that has a bath tub, remember? A girl needs her time to soak, don’t take that away from me.”

Even in the most dire situations he can’t keep himself from making wisecracks, it’s a method of defense, if nothing else. But the hospital bed is more comfortable than the street, the floor, wherever else he might have been. He pulls the blanket back up over himself, suddenly feeling chilled to the bone.