He was burning up. He was going to vomit molten lava, he knew it. And that was all he was aware of for the longest time. It stretched into forever
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Smokey's been busy. She still feels better than she has in years. She supposes that Mohinder can have a few more days or weeks of life for that. No use going back to kill him now. It's not as if he can ever be prepared for it. Now is for her to enjoy with Sylar. To enjoy it in case it ends.
She's towling off from a shower when she hears Sylar waking up. She comes into the room, smiling, and straddles him on the couch. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you feeling any better? I'll get you some fresh ice packs and something for the pain if you need it." She leans down and kisses his forehead. She's glad she had time to wash the blood off before he came to. No one wants to wake up to that.
"Your friend turned out to be a total dick. Like I suspected. He wouldn't help you, so I knocked his ass out and robbed him. I would have killed him, but...he's your friend, so I thought you'd want to do it."
As she explains, she climbs off of him and works to better tighten the towel wrapped around her so she doesn't need her hands to hold it in place. She takes a couple gallon bags of water from around Sylar and carries them to the kitchen where she fetches three fresh bags and a syringe full of morphine.
"Time for baby's medicine." She ties off his arm, taps up a vein with expert skill, and injects him. "You'll feel better soon." Another soft kiss. She's feeling giddy. She does wish he'd get better because this is boring just playing house.
Sylar's eyes flutter shut, feeling the morphine rushing into him. He groans again, this time happily. It's not fixing everything, but the internal fire seems to be dying down. He stretches and tries to slowly sit up. It goes just about as well as expected ad he lays back down.
It's about this time he notices that Smokey's acting kind of weird. Kill Mohinder? Well, it's not as if he hadn't thought it, but still...
"Thank you, Smokey," he says, his voice finally losing the croak. "Mohinder wouldn't help me. But he helped you?" She certainly seemed chipper.
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She's towling off from a shower when she hears Sylar waking up. She comes into the room, smiling, and straddles him on the couch.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you feeling any better? I'll get you some fresh ice packs and something for the pain if you need it."
She leans down and kisses his forehead. She's glad she had time to wash the blood off before he came to. No one wants to wake up to that.
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As she explains, she climbs off of him and works to better tighten the towel wrapped around her so she doesn't need her hands to hold it in place. She takes a couple gallon bags of water from around Sylar and carries them to the kitchen where she fetches three fresh bags and a syringe full of morphine.
"Time for baby's medicine."
She ties off his arm, taps up a vein with expert skill, and injects him.
"You'll feel better soon."
Another soft kiss. She's feeling giddy. She does wish he'd get better because this is boring just playing house.
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It's about this time he notices that Smokey's acting kind of weird. Kill Mohinder? Well, it's not as if he hadn't thought it, but still...
"Thank you, Smokey," he says, his voice finally losing the croak. "Mohinder wouldn't help me. But he helped you?" She certainly seemed chipper.
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