[By the time they get to the Medbay, Klaus is exhausted beyond reason. He's been going steady for weeks, barely finished the war before he came here, he'd been training and working even leading up to the war, and he's leaning on Ben heavily now that he can. When Ben says he'll get a real macho scar that Diego will be envious of, Klaus laughs brightly.]

Oh of course. My dream is to be macho, you know. The manliest man.

[One hand reaches out to the wall as Ben drops him off at the entrance to the Medbay, and the chipped black polish on his nails makes it obvious how much of a joke that comment had been. Leaning against the wall on his left side, he watches as Ben heads further into the room - when Ben gets too far away, he pushes away from the wall and slides his hand into his pocket to get his hand around his knife again.]

Hey, man, don't get out of sight okay?

[Once they're in a little further, though, it becomes obvious that there are only several powered-down bots in the room, though there is a shelf full of meds and supplies.]

Whoa. Uh, they got any morphine there?

[Klaus means it as a joke, but it falls a little too short to make it all the way. The intense desire for an actual hit of morphine, or a Vicodin or something hits him like a fist to the face, but he closes his eyes and fights his way through it, chest rising and falling shallowly.]

Mmm...they probably have antibiotics at least. Probably need those...