[ he tries to keep it together. he doesn't yell when klaus pulls it out, but he wants to. there's a hand covering his mouth and he struggles against it by instinct.
yes. he's terrified. for someone that hides behind a computer screen, everything on this planet is too real. his lap of luxury is gone. tears from the pain escape, pulling the blanket nearby to him, pressing it against his leg. it needs pressure, right? a tourniquet? he doesn't know.
he looks down at the stake then back to klaus.
can he talk his way out of this. he definitely got himself into this. not that he did his first day, not when klaus found him. no, he's at klaus' behest. he's never been under someone's thumb like this.
never physically.
he wants to ask what this will prove. how things became so life and death. if his friendships with stefan or with rebekah are worth it. this is why he needs his mind back. because he got himself involved in the middle of something bloody and violent. and if he's going to survive today --
if he dies. if he dies at all, he'll come back. he knows that. he's heard. it. there are doctors. if klaus leaves him for dead, he has a phone. he lifts up the blanket. blood still pools from his wound. he sucks in a breath setting the sheet aside. he takes the piece of wood. he knows there are splinters. there will be more splinters.
he's dead anyway.
this is his life now. dan humphrey, ironically always in the right place at the right time, even if he never admits to it. and here he was - the very wrong place.
he tries to stand, to help the angle but the pain in his thigh drops him back down. bringing a second hand to the would, he regrips, pointing it at an angle, point down. he has to believe in the trust. that's what this is about. and klaus can never know that he can't trust dan. nobody can trust him. not really.
making eye contact, he makes it clear he has the strength, the power and the will to plunge the makeshift stake into his stomach. anatomically, he aims for the right side, he knows it's somewhere there. the pain is greater. he doesn't know if he hits anything. he's hunched over, shocked at even his own actions, head near klaus'.
falling forward, he hits the ground on his side, back hitting the floor, wood sticking out again. he tries to grab the wood again, do something.
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Date: 2014-07-04 10:32 pm (UTC)yes. he's terrified. for someone that hides behind a computer screen, everything on this planet is too real. his lap of luxury is gone. tears from the pain escape, pulling the blanket nearby to him, pressing it against his leg. it needs pressure, right? a tourniquet? he doesn't know.
he looks down at the stake then back to klaus.
can he talk his way out of this. he definitely got himself into this. not that he did his first day, not when klaus found him. no, he's at klaus' behest. he's never been under someone's thumb like this.
never physically.
he wants to ask what this will prove. how things became so life and death. if his friendships with stefan or with rebekah are worth it. this is why he needs his mind back. because he got himself involved in the middle of something bloody and violent. and if he's going to survive today --
if he dies. if he dies at all, he'll come back. he knows that. he's heard. it. there are doctors. if klaus leaves him for dead, he has a phone. he lifts up the blanket. blood still pools from his wound. he sucks in a breath setting the sheet aside. he takes the piece of wood. he knows there are splinters. there will be more splinters.
he's dead anyway.
this is his life now. dan humphrey, ironically always in the right place at the right time, even if he never admits to it. and here he was - the very wrong place.
he tries to stand, to help the angle but the pain in his thigh drops him back down. bringing a second hand to the would, he regrips, pointing it at an angle, point down. he has to believe in the trust. that's what this is about. and klaus can never know that he can't trust dan. nobody can trust him. not really.
making eye contact, he makes it clear he has the strength, the power and the will to plunge the makeshift stake into his stomach. anatomically, he aims for the right side, he knows it's somewhere there. the pain is greater. he doesn't know if he hits anything. he's hunched over, shocked at even his own actions, head near klaus'.
falling forward, he hits the ground on his side, back hitting the floor, wood sticking out again. he tries to grab the wood again, do something.
maybe he's in shock, klaus ]