[Dissolves into a cough, which dissolves into a coughing fit, which drags on for almost a minute, leaving him leaning hard against the door frame, hand over his mouth]
[The first thing Klaus might notice is that he's absolutely burning up]
[The second thing he might notice is that there is blood in the hand Hurricane was using to cover his mouth, and also flecks of blood on Klaus' shirt now problably? Oops. RIP that shirt]
Bed. I'd carry you but I'm kind of too useless for that, so c'mon,
work with me here or I'm gonna have to get someone who can actually carry
you and that's gonna be no fun for either of us.
[He starts leading the way down the hall - has to stop for a little while for another of those coughing fits that leave him sagged against the wall, afterward]
[There's a tissue box nearby, and a trash can that he's dragged over, too. He fumbles for a tissue to wipe his mouth and his hand - bunches it inward, so the red stain doesn't show, before throwing it away]
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Klaus: are u at the dorms
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hurricane: y wats up
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[ there's a pounding at the door. ...almost like someone is kicking it ]
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[When he does, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glassy, and he's leaning against the door jamb, a little]
[Also, he has a new earring? Weird]
Hey, dude.
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[ has his arms full with a big bag ]
Hey, you!
--Uh. You doin' okay? Are you drunk?
[ DELIGHTED ]
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What's all that?
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Or were you crying?
[ leaning in with a frown ]
Do I gotta go beat someone up?
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[His voice catches a little - stutters]
[Dissolves into a cough, which dissolves into a coughing fit, which drags on for almost a minute, leaving him leaning hard against the door frame, hand over his mouth]
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Holy shit, you're sick.
[ dropping his stuff carelessly and reaching over to grab hurricane in for a tight hug, supporting him where the doorframe isn't ]
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[The first thing Klaus might notice is that he's absolutely burning up]
[The second thing he might notice is that there is blood in the hand Hurricane was using to cover his mouth, and also flecks of blood on Klaus' shirt now problably? Oops. RIP that shirt]
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[ klaus is not that perceptive for the second bit yet sorry
he's going to try to hold hurricane up but he's also kind of a twig, so the most he can do is help prop him up ]
Jesus fucknuts, what are you doing out of bed? Okay, right, back to bed we go.
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[He is in fact leaning against Klaus pretty heavily, though]
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Bed. I'd carry you but I'm kind of too useless for that, so c'mon, work with me here or I'm gonna have to get someone who can actually carry you and that's gonna be no fun for either of us.
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You want me to get your bag, or...?
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Uh, no. I want you back in bed. I'll get the bag after I get you back inside. C'mon, trot.
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S'this way.
[He starts leading the way down the hall - has to stop for a little while for another of those coughing fits that leave him sagged against the wall, afterward]
[Eventually, though, they get to his room]
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[ helping him stagger over and pouring hurricane into bed >:T ]
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[He kind of slumps into it]
[There's a tissue box nearby, and a trash can that he's dragged over, too. He fumbles for a tissue to wipe his mouth and his hand - bunches it inward, so the red stain doesn't show, before throwing it away]
...thanks, dude.
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No problem. I wouldn't've made you get out of bed if I knew you were this sick? What the heck...
[ fretting!!! and tucking him into bed! ...he's going to notice the bloodstains on his shirt eventually hurricane enjoy the peace(?) before he does ]
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It doesn't look like "just a cough," dude. Have you gotten anyone to try and heal you?
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Izanagi brought me some medicine earlier, though.
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I'll go make you soup, then.
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I mean... I mean, you don't gotta go to any -
[He pauses. Tries to stifle the cough. Fails, and loses the sentence for a long few seconds]
- trouble.
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