His head was swimming, nothing seemed to be making sense anymore. What was up? What was down? What happened?

He tried lifting his head a tiny bit and groaned pitifully. Opening his eyes just didn't seem to work out, they wouldn't open all the way no matter how often he tried. It felt surreal.

What had happened for him to end in this position? What actually was his position?
He could feel his arms being bound behind his back, sitting on a chair, not being able to move besides his head, what about his legs? Couldn't feel them.
The head seemed to be bleeding, or at least he guessed that it was blood running into his eyes.
He tried opening his eyes again, it worked for a bit. Was that Ben over to the right? He looked worried.

Ben's mouth seemed to be moving. Why couldn't he hear anything? Blood was rushing through his head and ears making everything sound like static in a weird way he couldn't explain.
Oh right, he got captured.
There was no way to know why he got captured, they didn't seem to think telling him was of any importance. Instead they would cut him up, hit him repeatedly, over and over again.
At one point there was a crowbar? Maybe. Couldn't be sure anymore, everything was muddled and seemed so far away.
He wanted to hear Ben's voice, his beautiful brothers voice. It would everything better he was sure of it.

More ghosts seemed to be in his line of sight. When was the last time he had some drugs? At least he couldn't hear them screaming. Small blessings.

Looking around didn't help much. It looked like a simple motel, the interior screaming 'old, dusty not used often'.

It must have been days by now, at least a week, since getting abducted in a random run down apartment he went to get new drugs at. Sometimes he got something to drink and eat, but he hasn't seen his abductors in a while, maybe a day.
Where they leaving him to die then? Good riddance would be what his other brothers and sisters would say, but not Ben. Never sweet precious Ben.
He would be able to hug him soon again just like when they were small boys!

A tiny smile found it's way onto his face.
Ben would always know when he'd need a hug. After the whole mausoleum fiasco? Ben had known something was wrong when no one else seemed to notice. Came into his room in the middle of the night even though he knew it wasn't allowed to be out of your own room after dinner. Just came in and crawled into Klaus bed speaking about his day and what his siblings had done. He would never admit to how touched he was that someone came to check on him that night, that he needed someone to check on him that night. If not for Ben, there probably wouldn't have been a new morning for Klaus.

Ben always knew when something was wrong with Klaus, would make jokes and hug him when everything looked dark and the screaming got too loud. They would listen to music together and once or twice even smoke together, because Ben knew it was helping.
After Bens death came the harder drugs. Didn't know what else could help at that point with Ben gone. No one else understood him as Ben did.

And at some point Ben was back. As a ghost.
No one but Ben would know how loud he screamed when seeing his dead brother returned to him, unable to touch him.

He looked up. Ben was still talking. What was he saying? He looked worried.
Confused Klaus brows furrowed together trying to tell Ben not to worry so much, but unable to know if he actually managed to say something or not. Ben looked even more worried now.

Slowly his vision got slightly darker and he tried to blink it away. It didn't work.
Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Someone was at the door?

His vision was still growing darker, wouldn't be long until he was completely gone he thought.

Oh, was that Diego? Suddenly coming through the now broken door?
Klaus smiled and tried to tell him a joke of some kind but no words left his mouth. His vision was mostly gone at this point, he felt so tired.
Someone was shaking his shoulders, patting him up and down, he barely felt it anymore.
He felt his cheek being slapped and looked up to complain. Was Diego crying? What was going on?

Diego never cried, the last time he saw him cry was when Ben died.

Oh.

Klaus was dying. Diego was crying. He wouldn't have thought Diego would cry for him, after all the times he already had an overdose it wouldn't be surprising for anyone at this point that Klaus would be dying before all the others. At least that's what Klaus always thought. It seemed pretty simple. The junkie died first. That's it.

No one cared when he was in the hospital before. No one would go to his funeral, if there even was going to be one.
But Diego was standing in front of him crying, it didn't make sense to Klaus.

His arms were suddenly free and he started to fall forward, unable to hold himself up. A hard chest stopped his fall. Diego.
Klaus looked up, smiled and touched Diegos face with a shaking hand. "It's alright" is what he wanted to say "I am ready", but no words left his mouth.
A few tears dropped on his face, he could barely feel his feet and hands anymore. He let his hand drop from Diegos face, no strength to hold it there anymore.

He was so, so tired.
His eyes fell close again.

Another slap to the face.
He didn't feel that.
A smile on his face.

So tired.

Diego was here and crying.
What a nice last thought to have.