[It's painful to see Klaus like this. Fitz has arrived too late for the details of it. He doesn't know much beyond the urgent message from Freya, the understanding that the weakness inherent in his mortality might be the thing that Klaus needs most. She'd noted that he needed enough blood to kill a man and that it would be best to split the difference.

Even though he's dropped everything to arrive as quickly as possible, the bulk of the excitement is already over. Klaus is stable, if a gut-churning shade of gray. And though Fitz agreed without question upon hearing that his friend was in danger, Fitz slows at this point. He hovers over Klaus, not sure how to position himself. Is it safe to move Klaus' head? Should he kneel beside him? Is there a certain angle that would produce optimal results?

I'm -- not sure if you're awake like this. But in the event you are... Hello. Heard you got into a bit of a scrap. I hope you don't mind me here, for this part.

[ He's not comfortable with the idea of slicing into his own wrist, he realizes as he rolls up his right sleeve. He'll tentatively press his arm against the pallor of Klaus' mouth. Does it work like this? Does he need to force it further? ]