[ Ben is ready for Klaus's indignation, and he is ready for the minimizing and excuses that come with. This is a conversation they've had in so many different permutations. Klaus, wounded; Ben, worried; Klaus, dismissing. Only usually, Ben had been powerless to do anything about it. And he realizes, with his first real rush of happiness since he had understood he was alive again, that now he isn't powerless.
He sets his non-blood hand on his hip, holding the other between them, palm-up, incriminating: ]
You're bleeding. That is the definition of not alright.
[ What Klaus says about how he got injured is a bunch of jumbled nonsense that makes no sense right now to Ben, but they can work out those details later. First aid comes first - it's in the name and everything. He looks around them, wondering if this place has medical facilities. Had the video covered that? He'd missed some parts... but even if there is some kind of clinic Ben wouldn't know the first thing about finding it, or even finding someone who can help to find it.
He sighs shortly, frustrated, and says: ]
At least let me take a look at it.
[ They'd had to learn the basics of battlefield wound care, because if you were Reginald Hargreeves, that was a sensible and practical skill to teach a bunch of ten-year-olds. Ben gestures at a nearby pair of benches, and then remembers he doesn't just have to gesture. He sets a hand on Klaus's back and steers him over, nudges him to sit down while he remains standing. Klaus isn't that much taller than him, but it will be a better angle. ]
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He sets his non-blood hand on his hip, holding the other between them, palm-up, incriminating: ]
You're bleeding. That is the definition of not alright.
[ What Klaus says about how he got injured is a bunch of jumbled nonsense that makes no sense right now to Ben, but they can work out those details later. First aid comes first - it's in the name and everything. He looks around them, wondering if this place has medical facilities. Had the video covered that? He'd missed some parts... but even if there is some kind of clinic Ben wouldn't know the first thing about finding it, or even finding someone who can help to find it.
He sighs shortly, frustrated, and says: ]
At least let me take a look at it.
[ They'd had to learn the basics of battlefield wound care, because if you were Reginald Hargreeves, that was a sensible and practical skill to teach a bunch of ten-year-olds. Ben gestures at a nearby pair of benches, and then remembers he doesn't just have to gesture. He sets a hand on Klaus's back and steers him over, nudges him to sit down while he remains standing. Klaus isn't that much taller than him, but it will be a better angle. ]