[ A robot war. Ben doesn't even know what that means. Sure, they'd fought the occasional evil bot back in the day, as the academy. But that had always been all of them working as a team. And it had only been isolated murder drones and clunky automatons built by reclusive murderous geniuses. Not a war. Not something Klaus faced alone.
Ben asks the familiar question - one they'd come up with as kids, a quick and easy way to communicate just how bad things had gotten. At first they'd used it on missions, to assess the danger of an ongoing situation. Ben's forgotten at this point whether it was him or Klaus who first repurposed it to talk about one of their so-called training sessions with their father. Doesn't really matter anymore, does it? ]
Scale of 1 to 10?
[ Ben hovers as Klaus messes around with the small, foreign device. He had picked one, too, somewhat at random - not really sure what it did and much too concerned with thinking about how strange it was to be able to pick things up again to focus. But Klaus at least seems to know how to use it. Maybe, between the two of them, they aren't completely incompetent. ]
You can get tetanus from any kind of puncture wound, no matter what material it was, and you would only be spitting up blood if the wound hit your lungs or airway. Did you seriously never pay attention-?
[ But he breaks off, not finishing the sentence. Klaus is aware of this: how Ben very rarely manages to every completely talk about anything from when they were young. They'd all coped in their own ways. During their boring first aid lessons Klaus's attention must have wandered; Ben, meanwhile, was obsessively attentive, wanting to learn every protocol, every possibility. Wanting, also, to make their father proud with his studiousness, his good behavior. Ben tries not to remember that part of it though.
When Klaus does whatever he needs to on that device to get it to show them a map, and a little blinking dot, that's all Ben needs. He helps Klaus to his feet, cautious not to pull at the injured shoulder, and using the piece of equipment like a compass, herds the both of them in the right direction. He doesn't even wait for Klaus to put his shirt back on. It's not like this place is packed with staring bystanders, anyway. ]
Anyway... it can be bad without you seeing it or feeling it, and I think you're gonna need a couple stitches anyway, so- hospital time.
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Ben asks the familiar question - one they'd come up with as kids, a quick and easy way to communicate just how bad things had gotten. At first they'd used it on missions, to assess the danger of an ongoing situation. Ben's forgotten at this point whether it was him or Klaus who first repurposed it to talk about one of their so-called training sessions with their father. Doesn't really matter anymore, does it? ]
Scale of 1 to 10?
[ Ben hovers as Klaus messes around with the small, foreign device. He had picked one, too, somewhat at random - not really sure what it did and much too concerned with thinking about how strange it was to be able to pick things up again to focus. But Klaus at least seems to know how to use it. Maybe, between the two of them, they aren't completely incompetent. ]
You can get tetanus from any kind of puncture wound, no matter what material it was, and you would only be spitting up blood if the wound hit your lungs or airway. Did you seriously never pay attention-?
[ But he breaks off, not finishing the sentence. Klaus is aware of this: how Ben very rarely manages to every completely talk about anything from when they were young. They'd all coped in their own ways. During their boring first aid lessons Klaus's attention must have wandered; Ben, meanwhile, was obsessively attentive, wanting to learn every protocol, every possibility. Wanting, also, to make their father proud with his studiousness, his good behavior. Ben tries not to remember that part of it though.
When Klaus does whatever he needs to on that device to get it to show them a map, and a little blinking dot, that's all Ben needs. He helps Klaus to his feet, cautious not to pull at the injured shoulder, and using the piece of equipment like a compass, herds the both of them in the right direction. He doesn't even wait for Klaus to put his shirt back on. It's not like this place is packed with staring bystanders, anyway. ]
Anyway... it can be bad without you seeing it or feeling it, and I think you're gonna need a couple stitches anyway, so- hospital time.