I'm better than you'll ever be.

Don't look at me like that. I'm not your doctor. Be glad I let you lick my boots, you disgrace that dares to call itself a human being. Klaus Beilschmidt, Field Medic.

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He turned his head, avoiding Klaus’ eye. “Sorry. I seem to have forgotten.”

Exactly how much he didn’t want to say what he was going to say was practically tangible. He cursed himself for his lack of control over his own mouth. Now was really really not the time to be making that kind of joke.

He prayed that Klaus would just stab him or do whatever he planned on doing before he had to endure any more of his own stupid remarks.

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"Forgotten." Klaus rolled the word on his tongue like a hot potato of some kind. "How do you forget something so vital, exactly...?"

He cast a glance at Nick. "I suppose if you won't tell me the joke, I'll just have to amuse myself some other way, then. Maybe you'd still like to follow my order and get on the floor where I've repeatedly told you I want oyu now."

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Nick’s heart pounded in his ears. Klaus was way too close for comfort without those needles nearby. Nick put one hand on Klaus’ chest as though he’d push him back if he didn’t get out of the way.

"Zhen move, you incredible oaf.” He glared. “I can’t move vith you in zhe vay. Unless you’re particularly keen on the idea of—” He coughed. He wasn’t going to go there. Not with so little space between them.

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"The idea of what now?" Klaus kept him pressed against the table just in case and glared right back. "Finish your goddamned sentence, you waste of space."

Klaus wasn't against the idea of making the first move, but only if the one he was with absolutely did not catch on - and it seemed to be the case with Nick. "Go on and tell me what you wanted me to hear."

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Nick would have almost gladly sat back down on the floor…He’d hit his hip hard when he was pushed over and it made standing on that leg very uncomfortable. But he continued to stand, purely because the floor was where Klaus wanted him to be.

"I’m not as vorried about my pants. White stains so easily, you know." He said, as though the pain in his side weren’t completely unbearable; as though there was anything remotely normal about this situation. He looked Klaus in the eye, mustering a smirk at his own ability to stand.

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That wasn't what Klaus wanted to hear, and he made that very much clear by shoving Nick backward against the table forcefully, trying to keep him pinned there with one hand, the other balled into a fist.

"Did you not hear me. I said-" Klaus paused, sneering at Nick from over the rim of his glasses. "I said get back down."

Not like it'd matter; he could do whatever he wanted to Nick as it were, regardless of him being on the floor or on the table, really, at least from his point of view anyway.

"Do it."

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Nick tipped over and tumbled onto the floor. From the floor, he glared up at Klaus, his eyes angry little silver slits. Once he’d drawn enough deep breaths, he growled, “Vhat’s zhe matter, Beilschmidt? You’re not upset, are you? Not by some lowly man like me, certainly.”

He moved to stand, the side he hit the floor on aching with the promise of a bruised hip. “Do vhatever you like to me, but dirtying my nice vhite shirt is just unnecessary.” He brushed some dirt from his sleeve, still holding back how badly he wanted to wince with pain.

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"You think so." Klaus was definitively going to take that very literally - if Nick was to complain, he'd just throw it back into his face. "I'm sorry I got dirt on your shirt and I hope you're not as worried about your pants."

He wasn't exactly happy about Nick having the audacity to get back up - there was a reason he'd jerked him around like that, after all. "Get back down there already."

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"Just curious to see vhere all zhis goes…You know…I’m really flattered you’d bring me all zhe vay here and lock zhe door just to choke me." He remarked, voice thick with sarcasm. He took a long, struggling breath.

"Does zhat make me some special kind of filth, do you zhink?", He continued to goad Klaus, not even bothering to address whether or not he would use violence just yet. 

It all depended on Klaus.

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"Don't be ridiculous." Klaus snapped. "That is not all - do you think I just locked the door because I wanted to? That's-"

He paused, frowning. "Stupid. And yes, yes it does. A very special kind of filth, the kind I should just allow to be on my tables."

With that said, he yanked Nick by his throat, attempting to get him off the table with force, and subsequently on the floor.

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Nick’s grin only widened, even as his eyes started to grow hazier from lack of oxygen. “You hate me…but you vant me around? I cannot imagine vhat for.” He gave the same laugh.

With Klaus’ hand around the hand that was on the cross and his other hand round Nick’s neck, that left the hand closest to his syringes free. “Careful leaving yourself open like zhat….” He says, though he makes no attempt to move for them.

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"Oh, you wouldn't dare." Klaus replied, scoffing. "We both know you're too pathetic for that - what do you think?"

Having Nick figuratively pinning down like that, he took a moment to glance at him past his glasses. Any validation of his delusions was welcome, no matter how pathetic the person uttering it was.

"You're not fighting back, which makes me think you want something from me."

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Raspy little laughs snake out from the man’s throat. “Yes, you’re so much better zhan me. So much—hh—better zhat you have to choke zhat admission out of me. Hhh—how does it feel? H-Having to push someone like me around just to hear how great you are?”

His one free hand reached to yank on Klaus’ very nice cross. “Because it doesn’t make you particularly special to push around scum like me…”

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He didn't seem to mind the accusation, but he did mind the grabbing of his cross. Klaus grabbed Nick's hand, letting go of his other one to do so. "Don't do this. Let go. If the chain breaks, you'll replace it."

And of course it felt nice. Once he had a grip on Nicks' hand, Klaus smiled. "It's a nice feeling. I should invite you more often."

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Nick made no attempt to stop him with his one free hand, a testament to his endurance. “Hhh—Because. You said so, didn’t you? You’re better than me…hhHhh…I’m nozhing compared to you, right?” He grinned sardonically. “So I deserve zhis. You should have no problem vith it.”

His breath was ragged. Klaus’ grip on his throat was too damn tight. He was already becoming lightheaded.

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"You're right." He kept his hand in place, but didn't press any more. Nick was already wheezing again, good enough for him. "No one is. I'm so glad you see this. Say it again."

It was becoming painfully clear there was something wrong with the doctor, despite his claiming he was fine, perfect even. "I want to hear you tell me how much better than you I am."

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”Hah? I don’t shpeak propahly do I, Beilschmidt?” He laid his accent on heavily to goad Klaus, emphasis heavy on his last name. But he wouldn’t say any more about Klaus’ suspected origin.

"Zhen vhy don’t you shut me up if you don’t vant to listen to me talk? Get vhatever stupid reason you locked us in here over vith so I can get out of here as soon as possible.”

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"You don't." Never mind the fact he'd just gotten it fixed, Klaus wrapped a hand around Nicks' neck again, applying pressure. "And now you're trying to push me into hurting you, aren't you. You're asking me to hurt you."

It wasn't that he didn't want to do just that, it just confused him that someone would actually, well, literally ask for it. "Why." As he spoke, he tightened his grip; if Nick wanted to hurt, so be it.

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Nick’s usually somewhat dull eyes became fiery as their eyes locked and he continued to speak in a low hiss. ”Oh, yes, you’re perfect alright. Zhe perfect narcissist.” 

He began to sit up, all but pushing his face into Klaus’ own, their glasses touching. “Go on. Tell me vhat kind of human garbage I am. You cannot do a single zhing to hurt a man who deserves it.”

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"Am I? Oh really?" He replied, lowering his voice as well. "As I said, I'm glad you agree, but please, let me do the demeaning. It is decidedly less fun when you do everything for me. I'll let you know what you can do and when."

There was an edge of sarcasm to his voice. "One only needs to listen to your filthy tongue for maybe a minute to know you're disgusting. You can't even speak properly, and you dare address me."

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"Vell zhat’s just it, isn’t it?" Nick hissed. "I’m just one pathetic excuse for a human being, aren’t I?" He ceased trying to reach for his bag. If this man had it in for him, he may as well just put up with it for now. He’d get him back for it later.

"Zhere’s a lot wrong vith me. Vhat’s wrong vith you, huh?”

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"Me?"

He paused. " .. nothing. I'm perfect, and I take offense to your suggesting I'm not." He adjusted his glasses, even though he had to look over the rim to properly stare at Nick with how close they were.

"I'm glad we agree on your status as a sub-human, though. That's one thing you at least seem to have somewhat of a grasp on. Bravo!"

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Nick scoffed. “I never said I zhink I’m better zhan you, if zhat’s vhat you’re thinking.” He didn’t say it…but he certainly thought it.

He grabbed for the medicine pouch, but Klaus moved it away too quickly for anything to really be done about it. He ground his teeth together and hissed. “If you’re just going to do vhatever you vant anyvay, zhen get it over vith!”

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"But you thought I was not better than you; that carried the same implication." He grabbed Nicks' wrists in lieu of trying to keep the pouch away from him and glared back at the other doctor. 

"You're smarter than I thought, but still, honestly - you'd rather wheeze and huff and have a fractured trachea than accept help unless it dragged you off and away. What is wrong with you, you pathetic excuse for a human being?!"

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One hand reached to gingerly inspect his throat. The four long scars were still there. The bruises were dark and sore. The windpipe itself burned with each breath. But he could feel things knitting back together, being restored by the medigun.

He heaved a deep sigh once his trachea was fully healed, both in genuine relief at his ability to breathe and a demonstration of that ability. He gave Klaus a look.

"I’m better…But, vhat other zhing?"

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"You said you did not believe that I am better than you just earlier. I intend to prove you wrong."

From where he was standing, Klaus still had to lean forward a little to be at eye-level with Nick, and he rested his hands in the small of his back to keep balance. "If you'd allow me."

Straightening up again, he made a grab for the pouch containing Nick's syringes, attempting to take it - or at least them - from him. "And even if you don't."

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Nick heard the door lock and felt his stomach turn. Of course. He scowled. “No one vill be cutting anyone open as long as you don’t try anyzhing, Beilschmidt.” 

Still, though, he sat, affecting calmness so that Klaus wouldn’t get any ideas about intimidating him, but he was clearly nervous, the way he kept wringing his hands.

The door might have been locked but he could reach his syringes now.

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Klaus leaned over Nick, watching more closely than he should have any reason to, just to make sure he wouldn't try anything. "So... once we are done here, I was going to remind you again about .. .that other thing."

He rested his hand on the table next to the others' pouch where he kept his syringes. "Tell me when you're done."

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Still Nick refused to answer him. His compliance was answer enough. Klaus had a tight hold on the hand that could more easily access his syringes…but if things turned bad, he still had a chance. It was better to go along with things for now, he thought.

He watched Klaus as he pulled him along, noting how pleased the man seemed to be doing so and felt even more uneasy than before.

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Klaus only stopped when he reached his infirmary and more or less shoved Nick in before stepping in himself and promptly locking the door. The key was deposited in his waistcoat, well out of reach of Nick.

"So. What did I offer to do to you?" He stepped over to the table in the middle of the room and flicked the Medigun switch on. "Take a seat - unless you'd like me to cut you open?"

He looked like he'd take delight in that, too, no less.

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With one hand grasping his coat and another wrapped tightly around his wrist, Nicklaus could feel a cold panic flooding his veins. Come with him where? Klaus didn’t seem to be giving him much of a choice.

Nick stared hard at him, silently and defiantly. He’d go where Klaus wanted him to go if Klaus exerted force, but he wasn’t going to just agree to it.

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Klaus yanked on Nicks' wrist, tugging it towards him. "Well, yes or no."

Without waiting for a reply, he pulled the other along and down the hallway. If he put up a fight, Klaus would retaliate, and if he didn't, maybe he'd consider being a little kinder to him.

Maybe. 

For now, he seemed very happy that he'd gotten his way.