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[medicpetrelli]

Simone was dead. Here one moment, gone the next. Nathan was busy with God knows what; probably trying to save his career, and Angela...all she kept telling Peter was that he needed to be a good boy and try to work with Noah, but Bennet had been preoccupied with keeping Claire safe from that Sylar guy.

He was going to explode. He'd heard it over and

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[medicpetrelli]

That meant yes, Nathan was leaving, as usual. "No." Peter sighed against his brother. "Love you, Nate."

[northernclaude]

"Sophisticated?" Claude scoffed. "Isn't that what old guys tell themselves when they're trying to deny their age?" He casually sprawled on one of the hospital beds.

[noah_hrg]

"Yes but I was trying to be nice," he said, smirking over his shoulder at Claude. Noah got a bag of the blood and a couple of syringes. "Roll up your sleeve."

[northernclaude]

Claude obliged, setting his mouth in a hard line. He'd never really loved needles, specially in the Company: they tended to be very bad news.

[noah_hrg]

He prepared the needle then walked over to stand in front of Claude. Noah rubbed the crook of Claude's elbow for a vein and when one came to life he eased the needle in like a pro. Years of drugging people gives you decent injection skills...

[northernclaude]

Claude pulled a slight face and didn't look at what Noah was doing. Apparently he was pretty nimble, but he was no doctor, so he wasn't all that gentle. "Am I supposed to do the same for you?" asked Claude. He hoped not. He'd given too many injections during his bag and tag day.

[noah_hrg]

"I can give myself a shot, but thanks." Noah smiled and pushed the stopper, injecting him with Monroe's blood.

[northernclaude]

"Huh, well, I suppose I shouldn't be squeamish about it, or anything else for that matter." Maybe hiding from the real world and avoiding whatever he found unpalatable had changed him.

[noah_hrg]

"No, you really shouldn't be," he scorned teasingly, giving Claude a look. Noah pulled the needle out once it was empty and swiped his thumb over the little puncture wound that sealed itself back up. "There. Right as rain."

[northernclaude]

Claude glanced at his arm. "This stuff is pretty amazin', isn't it?" he said. And it was true. He'd been weary from, well, everything, and now he felt slightly more energetic. He rolled off the table. "C'mon then, your turn."

[noah_hrg]

"What, you want to play Doctor now or something?" Noah tossed the syringe into the trash. "I think I'm fine. No radiation poisoning here."

[northernclaude]

"Oh, all right. It's true I was pretty close and you kept your distance. And so did Peter's tosser brother." He rolled his eyes and rubbed his beard. "Ugh, Adam's blood obviously doesn't repair burnt hair, though."

[noah_hrg]

"No, but you know what does?" He turned and dug through the supply closet again, then spun around with a pair of scissors in hand.

[northernclaude]

Claude raised his eyebrows, slightly worried at the sight of those scissors. "You're not coming close to me with those. I'll just find meself a bloody razor, at this point."

[noah_hrg]

"Oh I have a razor, too. An electric one they use to shave patients before surgery. Lay down." Noah was going to enjoy this.

[northernclaude]

Claude glowered at him. "You look like you're going to enjoy this much too much," he grumbled. "And you be careful, I have sensitive skin."

Noah would probably never know how much Claude was trusting him. The beard was a sort of shield and since he'd been wearing it for seven years, Claude knew that he'd feel naked and vulnerable without it. But... apparently he was ready for that step. He hoped.