Open Infirmary Spam - Death Tolling :c

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[Post-flood, a day after this log. Ted's death-tolling it up at Infirmary. He'll have severe laryngitis the next couple of days. Right now he's all sorts of RAAAGE at what Sylar did, even more because he agreed to it. He needs someone to talk, peeps

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Ted was exhausted, emotionally drained. Through Bennet's help, he'd learned to channel his anger into an EMP, something that wouldn't hurt anyone. After waking up and remembering what he'd allowed Sylar to do, it was a natural thing to switch to an electrical wave. No matter how much he so desperately wanted to explode for real, burn a hole in the infirmary.

He had a headache, and his throat felt dry and scratchy. It was text he responded with to Claire, not audio. "Infirmary." Pause. "I was upset. Everything's fine."

No everything was not fine. Not a bit fine. But he didn't want her to worry.

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Ted just looked back for several moments. Maybe she'd leave. He soon realized she wouldn't and that he'd have to say something.

"Yeah, he killed me." He finally said, his voice hardly above a whisper and very scratchy. He could barely talk, thanks to Sylar's method of slashing his throat. "Again. And I let-" He broke off with a cough and a cringe of pain. Christ that hurt like hell. Once the coughing subsided, Ted continued, "let him. It was dumb." An attempt at a smile. "Some flood."

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Ted wasn't sure what to say to that at all. Claire loved the guy? Probably not. Sylar just manipulated her into thinking she did, he decided. No way anyone could truly love a monster like that.

"Sit down if you want," was all he said. It wasn't an invitation, or at least he wouldn't admit that it was, but it wasn't a rejection either.

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Just when he maybe wanted her to stay, she wasn't going to. Women. But then she was offering to get something, and he forgot to be spiteful.

"Yeah.. if could? Ice chips would be nice." It was a struggle to talk. It still hurt too damn much. "Thanks. And... I'm fine. Been better."

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Ted munched a few of the ice chips, and the others melt on his tongue. A nice cool relief, however brief, and one he savored. "Thank you." He swallowed the ice, now water. "I'm okay. I don't mind talking."

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Ted was quiet for several moments. He let the ice soothe his sore throat, gathered his thoughts, and then spoke. "I wanted to be his friend. The flood. He manipulated that. Used it against me." A bitter cough. "I won't ever forgive him for it."