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Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Nathan Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: After four days, Nathan resurfaces. In Utah. And that's exactly where Peter goes. With Claire in tow.
Private to the Petrellis and Claire
"Excuse me," Peter said, peering around the deserted nurse's station. Utah was nothing like New York. In New York, there was a nurse at the desk at all times. They took breaks in shifts. And they never left someone hanging for directions to their brother's room.
"Hello?" he called again and when no one answered that, he released Claire's hand and stepped behind the small counter, picking up every file he came across until he picked up the one with his brother's name on it. He flipped it open and skimmed it, lifting a couple tiny sheets until he came across a room number.
"He's this way," he said, dropping the folder and walking out from behind the counter, uncaring that he left it a total mess. It's what they got for not being around to answer his questions.
Peter grabbed Claire by the hand and took off down the hall, setting a pace that was probably almost too fast for her but he didn't even think about slowing down. Nathan was alive and at the end of this hall and that was all that mattered to him right now.
He stopped suddenly, turning right into a room and dropping Claire's hand immediately, though he probably should've kept holding onto it for stability's sake. "Nathan..." he breathed, staring at his big brother on the hospital bed. He'd never seen Nathan so... tiny and helpless looking before.
Taking several quick steps, he approached Nathan's bedside, hesitating several times before laying his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Thank God, you're okay," he said softly, looking like he was torn between crying and laughing. Both from relief.
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Nathan Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: After four days, Nathan resurfaces. In Utah. And that's exactly where Peter goes. With Claire in tow.
Private to the Petrellis and Claire
"Excuse me," Peter said, peering around the deserted nurse's station. Utah was nothing like New York. In New York, there was a nurse at the desk at all times. They took breaks in shifts. And they never left someone hanging for directions to their brother's room.
"Hello?" he called again and when no one answered that, he released Claire's hand and stepped behind the small counter, picking up every file he came across until he picked up the one with his brother's name on it. He flipped it open and skimmed it, lifting a couple tiny sheets until he came across a room number.
"He's this way," he said, dropping the folder and walking out from behind the counter, uncaring that he left it a total mess. It's what they got for not being around to answer his questions.
Peter grabbed Claire by the hand and took off down the hall, setting a pace that was probably almost too fast for her but he didn't even think about slowing down. Nathan was alive and at the end of this hall and that was all that mattered to him right now.
He stopped suddenly, turning right into a room and dropping Claire's hand immediately, though he probably should've kept holding onto it for stability's sake. "Nathan..." he breathed, staring at his big brother on the hospital bed. He'd never seen Nathan so... tiny and helpless looking before.
Taking several quick steps, he approached Nathan's bedside, hesitating several times before laying his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Thank God, you're okay," he said softly, looking like he was torn between crying and laughing. Both from relief.