"I would look great in a nurse uniform you know," he sighs a little, though he quiets down when the nurse comes in to check Diego's vitals. The pain killer she administers might have something to do with Klaus's own skeptical look, but she's come and gone just as quickly as the rest. Only when he's sure she's gone does he let out a dramatic sigh once again. "I have the legs for it."

For emphasis he raises one leg to rest on the bed and gives his foot a little spin near Diego's shoulder. He's careful not to jostle the bed too much.

"It is bullshit though, you're right. Hospitals are just such a drag but you know what keeps you from visiting one? Taking care of yourself. Self control. Maybe the active use of whatever few remaining braincells you have. I mean, not that I can judge you, Lady Ex took all of my brain cells away years and years ago but here we are."

He pats Diego's hand, giving it a soft squeeze whether he likes it or not. He's worried. Klaus can't help his worry, can't help the need to fix everything. He couldn't help Allison, not really, but maybe he can help Diego? He's still pouring from an empty tank but this? This he can do.

"Instead of cursing all of California, you could try sleeping. I hear it's very good for you. This gruff dude with knives told me all about it once. But just imagine, you can sleep a little now and then when you feel like the inside of Satan's asshole tomorrow and want to try and leave, at least you can say you've slept a little. Do yourself a little good, won't you? I could even spoon you, if you want. I'm a much better little spoon, but I'll concede my usual spot for tonight. For your sake."