[Yi-Suresh Residence] Complications

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Sylar's feeling great after he had a chance to rest and recuperate. He really likes being able to turn into mist, floating through anything he pleases. He likes how comfortable he is. And he's really starting to like this house.

He listens for Smokey, curious where she is right now. They'd been practically inseperable since she'd healed him.

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Emotionally, Smokey is feeling better than she really has in a very long time. Physically, however, is an entirely different story.

Right now, the girl is in the bathroom. She's balled up on her knees on the floor, alternately being very ill and standing to dunk her head in a sink full of cold water and all the ice from the freezer. A bottle of painkillers lays spilled on the floor beside her, with many of them already consumed, though she's vomited a lot of them up.

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Sylar follows the sound of her oddly-beating heart, not taking long to cross the distance. He pushes the door open a crack, and- yeah, he'd already known she wasn't doing well. He frowns and watches for a moment. "Anything I can help with?" he asks, quietly.

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"No... You can't help."

She whines and balls up tighter before staggering to her feet to dunk her head again. Smokey pulls herself up, splashing the mirror and letting out a pained shriek. Sometimes this all but puts her in shock, but she doesn't know what else to do. She's not used to taking care of herself.

She slumps to the floor again, panting heavily and rocking.

"I...I...need my medicine. I don't wanna go back home...I wanna stay with you."

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"Which medicine? We need to figure out what they've been giving you. You can't go back, I need you here with me." He spreads his fingers and telekinetically presses her back flat against the ground, experimentally trying to uncurl her.

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"I don't know! Just...just medicine. It hurts, Sylar."

She wants so badly just to stay, but she needs her medicine. She needs a lot of things. Smokey feels herself being pulled and so much of her hurts, but she lets him lay her out on her back. She lays there nude and breathes heavily, tears streaming down the sides of her face.

"It makes it not burn so bad...It makes it better."

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"That's what medicine's supposed to do, yes," he says, leaning down to get a look at her eyes, listen to her heartbeat. He may have read masses of medical texts before, but he's still fairly useless when it comes to treating someone. He never needed that, why would he have studied it? Besides, if he were controlling Smokey (and he had hoped to), he knows that he'd get her hooked on something, make her come back.

They'll do that to him, too, if they get the chance. He should make a clean break, continue on his own. He'd do fine on his own.

He stares at Smokey for a long minute, watches her cry and twitch.

Sylar grunts with frustration and bends down to gather her up in his arms. "You have to go back, don't you," he says into her ear, flatly.

This is a weakness. He needs to fix that.

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Her pupils are dilated after taking too many of the various things she's found in the medicine cabinet and slipping into withdrawal as well. Her pulse is rapid and uneven. Smokey is hot, but more than that, the bane within her demands to be bowed to. To be placated with some offering. The drugs they give her at home are best. Mostly, they lower her body temperature temporarily and help keep their pet alive a little longer. They also carry wyrm taint. However, any addictive, corrupting drug will do. Smokey just doesn't always like the way they feel... and she doesn't want Sylar to think less of her.

When Sylar takes her in his arms, Smokey wraps her arms around his neck and presses against him. He's so wonderful and he cares about her.

"I...I don't want to... but...I think so. I mean, there are other things that fix it...but.. I don't wanna! I want you to still like me. I need you to. I love you!"
She begins crying in earnest and sobs against his chest.

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"Shhhh," he says, hugging her close to his chest and feeling water soak into his shirt. He leans his face to the side, on her wet hair. "I love you too, remember? I'll still like you. What other things?" He is honestly curious- he can't think of what it might be. If he spent a few moments to think about it, he might have a few guesses.

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Smokey looks up at Sylar with reddened, miserable eyes. She sniffles and bites her lip a moment before finally answering.

"..Heroin. Or...or just morphine. Sometimes acid. Ecstasy. Speed and cocaine, but they also make me feel sick... Lots of things."

She bows her head against him again, feeling badly for answering.
"You should just...just take me home. They take care of me. ... I shouldn't have left."

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He looks up towards her eyes, his forehead pressing against hers. "They keep you locked away, at an arm's length. You're their toy, Smokey. It's not fair. You deserve to be free." Or at least his toy.

"Getting you drugs won't be difficult, not with all worlds and my abilities at our disposal. I'll figure out a way to make you better." Drugs aren't going to do it, he knows, but he's good at sorting these things out.

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"They hate me. They say awful stuff about me. And they...they tease me...and.... I don't wanna go."
If he told her he wants her to be his toy, Smokey would prefer it to her cell at Pentex. So far, he's far nicer to her.

"You...you don't mind?" She holds even tighter to him. "I know you'll make me better. You're so wonderful."

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My, it's nice to have someone here to tell him how wonderful he is. It's something he's been missing in his life. "I don't mind at all. I can't imagine what they have you on is very good for you, either- I'll find something safer." He'll start with morphine.

Of course, that means he'd better go soon. He carries Smokey to the couch, making sure a large blanket meets them there. He reaches out for it and covers it with frost, then wraps it around her and covers most of her body with a thin layer of ice. "Sit tight, here. I won't be long."

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It's so nice being taken care of where the one caring for you doesn't keep you in a box and stare at you through the glass. Smokey smiles weakly as he lays her down and cools her off a bit.

"Thank you, Sylar... Don't go away too long, ok? Sometimes....sometimes people just leave and... If you're gonna just leave, you tell me, ok?"

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"Hey." He squats down to sit on his heels, so he's on the same level as her. "We're the same now, remember? I can't leave you behind." That sounds nice, doesn't it? He almost believes it. "Keep cool and I'll be back before you know it," he says, standing.

He's tempted to walk to the closest hospital and let them see Gabriel blatantly stealing things- but that's not practical or quick. He'll use a PINpoint. He smiles and pulls it out of his pocket, then disappears.

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She smiles softly as he comforts her. Smokey pulls the blankets up close around her chin. He'll come back. Sylar wouldn't leave her. They're the same now. He understands.
"Ok."

She yelps a little when he disappears, having never seen someone do that before. But she still believes him. He'll be back.

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He's gone exactly eleven minutes. Four of those were for hiding a large amount of the morphine elsewhere in the house. When he reappears again, he's holding a syringe. "Smokey?"