breakable; [COMPLETE]

[bomba_del_sesso]

WHO: Peter Petrelli [bomba_del_sesso], Johnny C. [question_mark_z], Larsa Solidor[solidor_heir], Adam Monroe [oh_immortal]
WHAT: Our hero tries to comfort the homicidal maniac.
WHERE: Pier.
WHEN: Three days after the ball; late morning.

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[solidor_heir]

He had been by the beach, trying to tend to a woman who looked as though she wouldn't be grateful for his help.

And then he saw him. A crumpled figure. Though Larsa soon realized he had noticed the blood before he had seen the figure. Rushing to his side, he ran straight passed the one responsible for it and fell to his knees beside the man.

Work. Please work. You have to work! He fumbled through his messenger bag as his stockings soon began to soak with blood. Grasping what he sought, he yanked out a beautiful blue glass bottle filled with a slightly viscous glowing green liquid.

With a strained grunt, the boy turned the young man over so he was reclining against Lara's knees. He supported his head, mentally gauging the damage.
I wish I could cast cure. I wish I could cast anything. I wish I was -home-But he wasn't, so Larsa quickly pushed back the torn, bloodied clothing. Setting the bottle beside him in the sand, he fished inside his bag for a water bottle. Opening it, he crudely splashed it all over the man's torso and tried

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[bomba_del_sesso]

Thankfully, someone had arrived in time, otherwise Peter would have most likely been dead. His regenerating ability could not have possibly worked fast enough on its own due to whatever was blocking out his abilities. Great time to get mauled really, and a great time for a good samaritan to stop by.

The blood was washed off clean, and liquid was being poured down his throat. Slowly, Peter was coming back to consciousness - more like grasping desperately for it. He could hear muffled noises, and his vision was blurry, but at least it was better than nothing.

Peter coughed. Everything still hurt, still sore, but he was breathing.

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[oh_immortal]

Adam was taking a walk along the beach, as he decided it would be good to do something different. He had certainly spent enough time wandering around the town, and there was nothing to see there aside from..town. There was the beach, which at least offered a different sort of view, one that could also be a potential escape route as well.

Something caught his attention, and it wasn't the hoped-for presence of land or something else a reasonable distance away. There was one person, which looked like a boy, kneeling over someone who was seriously hurt from the looks of things.

Probably one of the hostages Adam thought to himself as he hurried over to see if they needed any more help. Help which Adam wouldn't mind offering. He had taken up a habit of carrying around syringes with him just in case. The events of the ball proved this wasn't the safest place and Adam wanted to be prepared in case something like that were to happen again

[solidor_heir]

He almost fainted in relief as the man stirred. Larsa stoppered the glowing bottle, tucking it back into his satchel. He started at the new voice, looking at the stranger as he crouched beside them.

The man's similar accent made the boy blink. He sounds like me...
"I used a Hi-Potion on him. All of his wounds have started to close, but he-"

Blue eyes widened as he watched the man insert his own blood into him.
"You know this man? I was walking close by and someone attacked him. I rushed to him and found they had just left him to die!" His clothes were stained in Peter's blood, but when he looked at him he was relieved to find him healing even faster.

"He will be fine, now."

[bomba_del_sesso]

His hearing was growing steadily better. He thought he heard Adam's voice through the buzz, then there was another voice butting in. Peter tried to open his eyes wider. Vision was slightly better too, but still fuzzy. His wounds may be healing, but his senses were screwed to Hell.

He coughed -- coughed some blood and spit. Nevertheless, Peter tried to speak.

"Wh - Ad...Adam?"

[oh_immortal]

Adam was visibly relieved as he saw Peter regain consciousness as he saw the healing pick up speed

[solidor_heir]

He nodded. The situation was now not in his hands.
"Alright then. I leave him in your capable hands, Adam sir."

The boy shook his hand, then left.