Strain 221

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"Strain 221"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, Luke, Arthur, Peter, Nathan, Claire, Hiro...etc

The debriefing isn't as bad as Mohinder had been anticipating the entire ride home.  Oh, Arthur isn't happy, but considering the loss of everyone's powers into the scenario and Sylar's temporary death, he lets it go.  "Doctor, if that bloody shirt ends up being a waste

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The slam of the shades makes Mohinder stir groggily. He reaches blindly for Sylar as he does most mornings until the idea that getting up and using the bathroom is a good idea. He's already got equations and formulae in his head, strands of DNA helixes twining with his synapses. "Oh, all right. All right. I'm up."

Mohinder flops onto his side and drags himself to his feet and into the bathroom. The shower runs for longer than usual. The transformation from sleepy professor to clinical scientist is complete when the door opens. "You still look tired, jaan. Stay in bed. I'm going to start the lab work on Claire's blood."

((Ooc: oddly enough that works for me. I'll be gone all Saturday and Sunday morning. Have a safe trip though! I should be able respond periodically but like you, no guarantees.))

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Mohinder's smile dropped. Offering the man a sedative would only work so long as he kept the sedative pumping. He wasn't sure how Sylar would even take him offering it, but he had to. Lighting on the edge of the bed, knees apart and hands clasped between them, Mohinder pushed his smile back up. "I could give you a drip. Something to relax you."

The man had been dead just a short time ago, however. Perhaps that was sleep enough?

((OOC: Just to ze beach!))