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waylostandfound in milliways_bar

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Mar 03, 2007 19:26

Nathan saw the door today, and he headed home shortly after that. Able to take of things. But that was before he headed down to Texas in person.

And everything went to hellSometime later, after they got his brother breathing again, and he was able to make arrangements to transfer him to Mount Sinai in New York for treatment. After the stressful ( Read more... )

rand al'thor, peter petrelli, oom, nathan petrelli

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morelikeasponge March 4 2007, 01:59:15 UTC

When Peter steps into the bar he looks dazed, but he's in one piece, and he's breathing.

His eyes land immediately on Nathan, but he doesn't move away from the door; just stares.

waylostandfound March 4 2007, 02:16:04 UTC

Nathan hadn't noticed him just yet. Currently feeling numb as a cup of tea appeared by him. Also some cookies. Bar was being maternal tonight apparently, or thought he needed it. He had been hoping for something alcoholic, but that wasn't happening.

morelikeasponge March 4 2007, 02:23:15 UTC

In Nathan's time, Peter is unconscious in a hospital bed, burning up with persistent idiopathic fever.

In Peter's time, Peter is unconscious in a hospital bed, mending from a suicidal plunge off an apartment buildling.

The more things change...

He starts toward Nathan, finally. Warily: "Nathan. What -- what's going on?"

waylostandfound March 4 2007, 02:28:19 UTC

Nurse or patient, just can't keep the boy out of the hospitals for long.

Nathan's head jerked up sharply, and turned like he was seeing a ghost.

"...Peter?"

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flame_and_void March 4 2007, 03:40:30 UTC

Rand glances up at the man sitting next to him in the bar, wearing the oddly collared clothing. He nods in greeting.

"Evening to you."

waylostandfound March 4 2007, 03:43:15 UTC

Nathan sipped some tea that Bar gave him. Ignoring the likewise offered plate of cookies from her at the moment.

"Evening," he distantly answered.

flame_and_void March 4 2007, 03:47:26 UTC

Rand sets down the quill in his right hand, resting the stump of his left on the edge of the bar.

"Your clothing isn't something that I've seen before; where are you visiting from?"

waylostandfound March 4 2007, 04:05:33 UTC

One of the worse nights in his life, and now he's got some guy probably from the middle ages asking about his clothes.

He curtly replied, "New York."

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