Hospitals Plus Petrellis=Normal [RP for Sasha, Nathan, Claire]

[mybrothershadow]

Peter was jogging a little bit later than usual that morning. He'd woken up late, decided to stay and have breakfast and coffee before he'd taken off. He had his earbuds in, music blasting into his ears and he hadn't stopped to think when he'd seen the little boy in the street chasing a ball. He'd reacted, running into the road and shoving the

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[the_flyingman]

And now, for your token older brother meltdown.

Nathan had been royally tempted to fire his aide on the spot when she informed him of what had happened to Peter after the meeting he'd been called into an hour before. But he really hadn't wanted to waste the time. He'd talked his way out of having a driver take him to the hospital, not particularly concerned with the consequences, and flew straight to the hospital as fast as he could.

Peter would be fine. He was sure of it. It was a car accident, he'd survived being thrown out a window for God's sake. But somehow that didn't slow Nathan down, didn't cut away any of the panic, fear, and the surety that when he finally did get into the hospital, it was going to be a lot worse than he prayed it was

[daughterof_evil]

Sasha got up and grabbed the chart at the end of the bed, handing that to Nathan so he could look it over. "Broken bones a plenty. He was out of the OR by the time I got here." She pulled Nathan into a hug and then sat back down next to the bed.

Well, they had one Petrelli accounted for. She was hoping Claire would show up before Angela.

"I'm fine. The baby's fine," she answered Peter, taking his hand again. "I texted Claire, but if you didn't call her she probably doesn't know what I'm freaking out about. I didn't get a response yet, she might not be near her phone." She looked up at Nathan, not sure what to do about that.

[mybrothershadow]

Peter was glad to see Nathan show up. He breathed a little easier and gave his brother a half loopy smile. The pain medicine was in full force now. Yay?

"What she said,' Peter pointed to Sasha. "No one's gotta call Claire. M'okay now."

Feeling alright, yes. Actually alright, not so much.

[the_flyingman]

Nathan calmed down a little, and nodded, hugging Sasha and glancing over at Peter. And then he really looked at Peter. Oh, the wonders of pain medication. Nathan shook his head, and almost laughed. Almost.

"Call her again." He started reading over the chart, glancing over Peter's way once again. "You definitely look like you're feeling better." At least he was conscious. In a manner of speaking.

[daughterof_evil]

"He said he didn't want to be too out of it, and I told the nurse to give him as much as he could handle," Sasha explained, getting out her phone. She hit Claire's number on speed dial, only to get her voicemail again. "This is what I get," she joked, slipping her phone back into her bag.

"He pushed a kid out of the way of a cab."

[mybrothershadow]

"You're fault," Peter told Sasha with a goofy grin.

"He was chasing a ball," he explained to Nathan, as if it weren't obvious that the kid was doing something like that to be in the middle of the street. "I woke up late this morning. And I feel good now. A second ago it hurt. She gave me too much medicine."

[the_flyingman]

"No, Pete, I promise." Nathan even offered a smile to go with it. "If you feel that good, she gave you just enough." Enough for him to likely be thoroughly embarrassed later by the time he'd come to his senses. And the whole thing would likely be funnier then.

Nathan got out his cellphone. "My turn, apparently." He hit Claire's number on speed dial, and this time, he left a message. "Claire, it's me. Peter's been in an accident. He's conscious, but he needs you as soon as you can get here. Call me if you need me to come get you."

He hung up, and shrugged to Sasha. "She'll be here when she gets the message."

[daughterof_evil]

"I'm sure she'll feel bad, too," Sasha nodded. She knew she would have felt guilty in her place. It wasn't easy being the miracle worker - not when she was also a Petrelli who gave a damn. "I say we blame Sam." She was teasing, but Claire probably really was with him.

Sasha took Peter's hand again, thinking about how all of this was going to look. "Maybe we should try to get his doctors to release him or something, before he's healed." They could say they were hiring a nurse. It'd look better than Miracle V 2.0.

[mybrothershadow]

"We can blame Sam for the cab hittin' me too," Peter declared. "Blame Sam for everything."

He wasn't high on pain killers at ALL. Okay he was but he'd say the same thing sober too. He furrowed his brow at Sasha's suggestion. "You can sign me out," he pointed sort of at Sasha. "You have to sign stuff that says if I die, you don't sue."

Now he was pointing at Nathan. Oops, sorry. "You can steal pain medicine. Lots of it."

[the_flyingman]

"We'll get you your own personal prescription, Peter, I promise." And that time, Nathan couldn't help but smile. The meltdown was subsiding, inner turmoil averted, and now all he wanted was to get things moving. Which meant taking control, naturally. What else would it mean?

"If Claire's with Sam," That Winchester kid never stopped being irritated. Nathan thought maybe he wasn't capable of being anything else. "Then she's going to be a while." He despised saying that.

But it did mean the only course of action was to not bother waiting. "You're right, we should get him out of here." A quick read over for the second time of the chart, and he was sure it'd be alright. "Take care of the paperwork, they shouldn't give you any trouble. If you need me to push it through, just come get me."

A moment, and he realized something should be tacked on to the end of that. "... Please." Much better.

[daughterof_evil]

"Right," Sasha answered, covering a laugh. She thought sometimes Nathan forgot where he was and who he was talking to. When he remembered his manners, it was pretty entertaining. Almost as entertaining as her drugged up husband. She was still worried about taking him home with all of his injuries, but Claire wouldn't be more than a few hours.

"And it's not nice to blame Sam for everything," she told Peter, letting go of his hand so she could go out and deal with the doctors and nurses who were going to tel her that she didn't have a clue what she was actually doing. She was getting used to this.

If they weren't going to build a Petrelli wing to house them, she thought they were all better healing in secret, at home. "I'll be right back."

[mybrothershadow]

'He's bossy," Peter said as Sasha walked out.

He grumbled at Nathan. "I think blaming Sam for everything is awesome. Green house effect, blame Sam. You could make it official! Like a law or a decree...or something."

Right now Peter wasn't worried about being taken home, injuries or not. He was happy pretty much with anything as long as he had enough pain medication.

[the_flyingman]

"I think if I brought that before the senate, Pete, I'd have even more problems than I already do." Although for a moment, however brief, the idea was briefly appealing. Maybe he was getting a contact high. "So we'll have to skip it."

He redialed Claire's number again, and rolled his eyes when the voicemail hit once again. "It''s me. Sasha made a good point, we're taking Peter home. Meet us there when you can." He hung up again.

After a moment, he turned his attention back on his brother. "So. No more jogging with your iPod, hm?" The 'please' wasn't a must here. He was fairly sure of that.

[mybrothershadow]

"They'd understand after they met him. He's freakishly tall, Nathan." This was said as seriously as Peter could manage while high. He pondered things for a moment. "Maybe she just likes him because he can change her lightbulbs."

At least he was pretty sure that was his story and he was sticking to it.

"I saved a kid though!" he insisted. "He would've been squishy."

Or squished. You know one of the two.

[the_flyingman]

"He is freakishly tall." Nathan muttered, then shook it off and let himself think about it no further. It wasn't a good idea. The contact high theory was gaining a little bit of strength, because while he was very aware he couldn't get a law against the guy, just thinking about him was still bugging him.

"... Squished, Pete. He would've been squished." He corrected. "And I know. That's great. I'm proud of you." He promised, and would've given his shoulder a squeeze if he wasn't afraid of hurting him.

"Just watch it from here on out, alright?"

[mybrothershadow]

"Squished," Peter echoed and nodded. "Mmmmmmmmm'kay," he answered, drawing it out a bit too long.

"Got to keep Claire 'round. Sasha's gonna kill me once Claire brings me back. For gettin' hit."