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[mimic_peter]

Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Claire Bennet, Sandra Bennet eventually
Summary: Something big, bad, and scary's happening to Peter and he starts to lose it. Set after this
Status: In progress
Private to the Bennet household

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[mimic_peter]

"Door's locked," Peter muttered, sitting on her bed like she instructed even though that was pretty stupid because he was going to get shot if he was found in her room. And because sitting down made him just want to fall over and sleep and sleeping in her room was another stupid idea.

"And..." he swallowed, completely forgetting what he was going to say. Something about it being night. Maybe. Could've had something to do with a clock but that didn't make much sense either.

He coughed and reached down, pulling his leg up so he could roll up his pants and examine his knee better in the almost non existant light. Stupid thing wasn't healing and he was starting to get blood all over.

Peter pressed his fingers against the wound, simply holding them there. It wasn't a deep wound, nowhere near life threatening and he'd had worse but the simple fact that it wasn't healing or making any motion to do so gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach

[mimic_peter]

Peter hissed when she touched his knee. Maybe he'd come to rely on her ability a lot more then he'd realized in the two months he'd had it because that hurt a lot and he felt kind of like a baby for being annoyed with feeling pain. And why the fuck was it not healing?

"Ow,... um..." he said, tensing under her touch before she pushed down too hard for his comfort.

"Don't... I don't need stiches. Go see if he's pulled out his IV again. He does it practically the moment I leave the room now."

[mimic_peter]

He flinched when she turned the light on. So light hurt his eyes. That was pretty predictable considering the condition of his head. Still didn't make him any happier because his fucking head hurt and he was okay with being a baby about it now. He wasn't invincible anymore and if his life depended on it, he couldn't even begin to explain why.

"I..." Peter looked up at her for a brief moment, shifting on her bed so he was sitting with both his knees pressed against his chest, effectively curling himself into a ball.

"I don't know," he whispered. He honestly had no idea what had happened to him. Not since he'd lost track of Pietro and his superhuman speed had just died. Couldn't even really beging to explain how he'd gotten back to her house, come to think of it.

"After... and then... God, my head hurts."

[mimic_peter]

Peter didn't feel like lying down anymore. It'd been a good idea before but now he rather liked this position, curled up to himself. Made a part of him feel safe and he shook his head at her insistence to lie down, resting his chin on top of his knees. Well, the non-injured knee.

He grabbed the bottle and skimmed the directions on the side before coming to the conclusion that four would probably not hurt him and would do a better job of helping with his headache then just two.

After fumbling with the top a couple times--stupid childproof things--Peter managed to tip four little white pills into his palm and then he tossed them into his mouth, not even bothering with the water she was offering him. Took too much time.

"There's a lot of fire," he said, kind of just talking to talk now. "And smoke," he coughed again. "Whole thing was kind of dumb."

[mimic_peter]

Peter blinked at the water, giving it a look that said he was suspicious of it. Yes, of water. He was suspicious of water and he couldn't even begin to understand why but the thought of drinking the water seemed like a really bad idea.

So he shook his head, wincing when the side of his jaw collided with the bandage on his knee. Oh good, it hadn't healed yet. That was just great.

"'m fine," he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment and then snapping them open a momment later because he got the highly disturbing--and confusing--image of a horrific train crash when he did.

He coughed again. "Just hurts."