Backdated - Late Saturday Night

[splice_of_life]

Who: Mohinder Suresh, Sylar, Elle Bishop
When: Just after the bachelor's party on Saturday night
Where: 36C, Elle's Room
Summary: Tending to Elle
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: Starving to death?

Mohinder keeps pace with Sylar as they hit the rec room once more to stock up on what hasn't been pilfered to take to Elle.  There's quite an assortment.

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[rebelle_elle]

She's next to the bathroom, curled up against the wall asleep. She'd managed the closest thing to a shower she'd taken since before she'd died, though there were still a couple tendrils of her hair where she hadn't washed out the shampoo all the way. She'd been too zoned out to notice.

She'd managed to brush her teeth, and had rather shamelessly eaten some of the toothpaste. She couldn't help it, really. It had just tasted so good. She'd almost felt well enough to go back to her room before seeing how much floor she had to cover. And then she had - also rather shamelessly - decided to do it later and had sat down for a breather. She'd get up later.

Of course, she hadn't. That had turned into several seconds of vowing to complete the trek later and finally deciding she'd sleep first.

[splice_of_life]

Yeah, that's never going to happen. Sorry, Sylar. Mohinder nearly drops the cake as he falls to his knees, gently tapping her cheeks until her eyes crack open and she gazes up at him. "Oh thank god!" Not dead. He's getting tired of her dying. "Sylar, help me get her to bed?"

He can do it, carry her that is, but he runs the risk of knocking her head off in the process. He's not strong, not the way Sylar is.

He has no idea what's going on. Is this what dying a second time does? There's research to be done, but first, he needs Sylar to at least try to heal her.

And if tht doesn't work, Sylar's doctor friend is at least discrete.

[rebelle_elle]

It takes Elle longer than she cares to admit to focus on and recognize Mohinder, and longer to understand what he's saying. Of course, with this damned headache... It's like her head is filled with cotton and someone's swinging away in there.

Her hand finds it's way to her temple and presses down, trying to make the pain stop. She wants to tell Mohinder that she's fine and just needs some sleep, and why won't he fucking let her sleep like she needs, damn it, and she can feel her lips move but no sound comes out.

Where's her berry? Oh, God. Berries. Mmm...

She pushes herself to a sitting position and gasps, trying to lock her arms as the room spins.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.