Luckily for Allison, Klaus behaved since she left the room, and instead of making trouble he's curled around himself on the bed, pulling the thin hospital blankets around his shoulders. He looks impossibly like the young, frightened boy from many moons ago, trying to ward away the ghosts. His hands shake, more from the drug use than the cold, and he's dozed off in her absence.

But with discharge comes his sister and behind her, the RN from before who looks altogether suspicious of the situation at hand. She begins turning off monitors and IV pumps but that's when she notices the restraints have been opened. There's a look that she passes briefly between Klaus and Allison before she sighs. "Mr. Hargreeves, we'll need to get that IV out now."

Klaus blinks blearily at his sister then turns when he feels the pressure of the nurse's hand on his arm. "Oh, shit, what'd I do this time," he groans but offers his arm out to her with little fuss, just as he promised his sister. He doesn't expect for her to remove the IV, however, and band-aid his arm with a little huff before she leaves again, all of his paperwork set.

"Oh Matlida doesn't you one bit," Klaus laughs, shaking his head while he blinks his eyes slowly at her. She's calmer than before, but it doesn't give him any comfort. "What is it?" He sobers, face growing more serious. "They're letting me go, right? With you." There's an edge of panic that limns his voice. "Just let me... just let me stay at your hotel for a day and I'll come back."

God, a real bed, a real shower, a quiet room. It could be the shadiest motel in the whole city and it would be more glamorous than the hospital, than the streets, than stranger's beds. "I'd bargain with you but voila, what you see is what you can get. Want one of my sexy hospital socks?" He raises one leg and wiggles his toes for good measure.

"I can't stay here. It's so fucking loud."