he leans against the banister at the top of the stairs, eyes closed and forehead rested
against his arms, crossed over the wooden railing before him. they’d been told to clear
out, give grace and pogo space to work — allison will pull through, it seems, now that
the blood transfusion has been successful, and all that’s left to do is wait. perhaps he’d
have put up more of an argument, insisted on staying by her side until she awakens, but
he needs air. it’s been so fast-paced recently, so chaotic, he’s hardly had a moment to
process; it’s been four days (fifty years) since he lost dave, and then there was five and
his apocalypse revelation, and luther, and harold — leonard? — and now allison. none
of it is sinking in entirely, no room to breathe between each dramatic occurrence.
it’s as he thinks this that the front doors swing open, footsteps audible, and he has just
enough time to think dryly of the ironic timing before he hears the voice, registers who it
is, and he’s leaning perilously over the banister, craning to see her.
he straightens, darts to the stairwell and hurries down, jumps the last few and rushes to
stand before her, reaches out, brows knitting with concern at her tone, expression.
❝ vanya. hey. i’m glad you’re here. are you okay? we found your — we found
leonard. he was — christ, what the hell happened? did he hurt you? ❞
at the sound of her name her head jerks up to look at klaus, leaning over the balcony to see her before he abruptly disappears and for one, very fleeting moment, there is the terror that perhaps he is scared or running for help, but he appears, crashing down the stairs- all but throwing himself across the entrance hall towards her. he reaches out and she finds herself expelling a breath she hadn’t been consciously aware of trapping within her chest.
she grasps for his hands and then for his body, arms wrapping around his neck as she stumbles forwards, grateful for a warm reception and someone, anyone, being there to meet her. she knows she hasn’t even started explaining yet and that the worst is yet to come, but for just one blissful moment, he’s there.
“ klaus- i- ” she starts, stumbling over her words almost as much as she had her own feet. “ allison- ” the name hurts, everything about this hurts. especially when klaus mentions leonard. she can see it clearly, the way they must have found him.
but klaus is asking if he hurt her and it’s difficult to comprehend. she shakes her head, mouth slightly slack as she attempts to find the words to tell him the truth. “ it’s my fault, ” she says, voice small, “ a- allison and leonard- it’s my fault. it- it was me. i didn’t mean to. it was an accident. i’m sorry.. ”
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