The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

How To Run From The Mess You Made

The room clapped as (Y/N) stood from her chair and took the medal from the doctor's hand.

-Congratulations, (Y/N)- she smiled-. You just need to sign some papers and you'll be free to go. Your mom's already waiting for you outside.

-Danke, Doctor Evans.

-I don't want to see you here ever again, okay?- she knew that even though he said it in a jokingly tone, he really wanted to get rid of her.

-Ja! (yes)

After she signed the papers, she went to her room to pick the few stuff she had there, finding Klaus lying on the bed.

-I came to say goodbye.

She smiled and enter the room, trying hard not to cry.

-You and me... Ever see again?- she asked, sitting beside him.

-If you're lucky, no.

She punched him softly in the arm as he laughed.

-You're all cured, I'm a lost cause. You don't really want to see me again.

-You're my friend... My only friend.

Klaus looked at her sadly and then took the notepad on the bedtable.

-Here- he gave her the note-. That's my address. If you ever get in trouble or need something, look for me.

-Danke.

She folded the paper and put in in her bag.

-Or maybe just visit me someday.

-I will- she know she couldn't.

They stared at each other for long minutes, a tear falling down his cheek.

-I'll miss you.

-I miss you too, Schätzchen.

- Now go before I do something stupid.

-Like?- she hoped it was what she was thinking.

-Like kidnap you or something.

-Oh- she laughed-. Okay.

(Y/N) got up the bed and took her bag, looking one last time at the room she called hers for three months.

-Tschüss, Klaus (bye)- her voice cracked.

-Goodbye, (Y/N).

And without turning to see him one last time, she ran out of the room, crying.

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A knock on the door takes (Y/N) back to reality. She shakes her head and leaves the brush she was holding in a glass of water, then stands up to open.

Luther stands in front of her, frowning:

-Are you all alright? There's blood all over the bathroom and the hallway.

-Oh, yeah... I'll clean it later.

She is pale and dragging her words.

-You got hurt?- Luther's worried.

-It's not mine, it's Klaus'.

She turns and walks back to the easel.

-Oh, you found him? Where is he?- he follows her.

-He went for a drink with Diego.

-But what happened to him, why the blood?

-He got tortured by the people that broke into the Academy the other night- she grabs the brush as Luther looks at her startled.