Diego was tired. His training day had run long, leaving very little downtime, when he noticed that he hadn’t seen Klaus anywhere as he went about the manor. He suddenly had a bad feeling about his brother, so he left his knives spread out on his sheet and went across the hall. Manners class taught him it was polite to knock but he’d forgone it, in favour of getting in the room.
What he saw broke his heart. Klaus was pale, worse than usual, lying on his bed. His breathing was laboured, almost non-existent and in that moment, Diego knew he needed to do… something. Panic overwhelmed him as he tried to desperately remember how to administer first aid. He had a precious few moments and sure enough, he yelled for mom to come and help.
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It felt like he had been sat there for hours while Klaus was coming out of it. Diego didn’t know what had made him do it – was it purposeful? Was it an honest mistake? Since when was he using hard drugs?
His throat felt tight as he watched over his brother. Soon enough however, he could see him opening his eyes and God did he want to s c r e a m. Had Klaus thought about what the fuck he was doing? Diego clawed at his tattoo stressfully and waited. That was really all he could do at that point.
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