[Yi-Suresh Residence] Complications

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar's feeling great after he had a chance to rest and recuperate. He really likes being able to turn into mist, floating through anything he pleases. He likes how comfortable he is. And he's really starting to like this house.

He listens for Smokey, curious where she is right now. They'd been practically inseperable since she'd healed him.

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[infantivore]

Emotionally, Smokey is feeling better than she really has in a very long time. Physically, however, is an entirely different story.

Right now, the girl is in the bathroom. She's balled up on her knees on the floor, alternately being very ill and standing to dunk her head in a sink full of cold water and all the ice from the freezer. A bottle of painkillers lays spilled on the floor beside her, with many of them already consumed, though she's vomited a lot of them up.

[makes_me_tick]

Sylar follows the sound of her oddly-beating heart, not taking long to cross the distance. He pushes the door open a crack, and- yeah, he'd already known she wasn't doing well. He frowns and watches for a moment. "Anything I can help with?" he asks, quietly.

[infantivore]

"No... You can't help."

She whines and balls up tighter before staggering to her feet to dunk her head again. Smokey pulls herself up, splashing the mirror and letting out a pained shriek. Sometimes this all but puts her in shock, but she doesn't know what else to do. She's not used to taking care of herself.

She slumps to the floor again, panting heavily and rocking.

"I...I...need my medicine. I don't wanna go back home...I wanna stay with you."

[makes_me_tick]

"Which medicine? We need to figure out what they've been giving you. You can't go back, I need you here with me." He spreads his fingers and telekinetically presses her back flat against the ground, experimentally trying to uncurl her.