"Let me see your hand," Morticia demanded and tried to reach for Klaus's hand, but he dodged her hold."No need, I'm fine," he mumbled."Bring your hand now, Klaus," she insisted, coldly this time. Without a word, Klaus offered his wounded hand to her.He watched her apply ointment, his gaze intent, still finding it hard to believe she was actually here with him and that he had cried in her arms.Her expression serious as she dressed his wound. "Can you stop hurting yourself whenever you're upset? And stop breaking things too; you gave your friend a lot of work."Klaus pressed his lips together, accepting her scolding.After a while, he asked, "Is she awake?" His voice was low, barely audible."No... but the doctor said she'll wake up soon," Morticia replied, her voice steady. She stood. "Please stay; I'll go get something to eat."As the door shut, Klaus's gaze landed on the smashed pieces of glass. He got up and cleaned the mess.After a while, Morticia entered the small room with a
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