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Save the... serial killer? [CLOSED]

Jun 04, 2008 00:28

WHO: Mohinder Suresh (notdouble0seven) & Sylar (make_it_tick)
WHAT: Mohinder returns the favour.
WHERE: The clinic.
WHEN: Right after this.

( i've got the abattoir blues )

place - clinic, Ω mohinder suresh, Ω gabriel "sylar" gray

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make_it_tick June 5 2008, 08:28:11 UTC

Ow. ...it hurt. It hurt. It hurt. The pain... His legs. His head. It hurt. Fucking OWW.

Obviously, the pain was the first thing Sylar became aware of as he started to wake. Shit. It wasn't like Sylar had never been shot before, you'd think it was something he'd be used to by now. However, that didn't keep it from hurting any less. He clenched he teeth, trying to keep from crying out but, oh god... that didn't help his head at all.

Where was he? How did he get here? Was someone sewing...? Suddenly a wave of... something washed over him. He felt sort of light-headed and the pain suddenly dulled to a bearable throbbing. Stitches, he realized. What the hell? Didn't people normally get anesthetic for this kind of shit?

...Wait.

Who would bother stitching his wounds? Was his head really that bad? Well it definitely felt that bad. Sylar struggled to move, to get away. There were still things to be done... he was sure of it. What had he been doing?! But it was no use, he was being held down and he was far to weak ( ... )

notdouble0seven June 5 2008, 22:16:11 UTC

As Sylar spoke, Mohinder couldn't help but let out a short laugh. Obviously, whatever wounds Sylar had sustained weren't serious enough to stop him from being a sarcastic bastard, which was oddly comforting. He never would have thought, not in a million years, that he would be relieved that Sylar was ok, but... he was. And there was no point in denying it, especially since his mind was too busy racing around what had just happened to worry about repression of unwanted emotions anyway.

"Shut up," Mohinder told him, looking down with one eyebrow raised, "and try not to move. I've given you some morphine to dull the pain but some of your wounds are quite bad... you don't want to rip your stitches."

He was trying to keep himself detached, clinical, nothing more than a doctor tending to his patient. It was difficult to deny the questions bubbling underneath the surface, however; where was Claire, who did this, who hurt her, did he have anything to do with it. Mohinder would need answers, but for now, closing the gash on Sylar's head was ( ... )

make_it_tick June 6 2008, 19:10:05 UTC

Sylar shut up and tried not to move. Not because he was particularly fond of taking orders from Mohinder, but because there wasn't anything else he was strong enough do. Also, he didn't feel like accidentally getting a needle in his eyeball. Or purposely for that matter; he wouldn't put it past Mohinder to do it if he felt Sylar was being uncooperative ( ... )

notdouble0seven June 6 2008, 22:34:03 UTC

Mohinder could almost see the wheels and cogs turning behind Sylar's eyes as he tried to remember what had just happened to him. He didn't think Sylar should have this much trouble recalling the circumstances that left him riddled with bullet holes, but then again, it was a much more common occurrence for Sylar than for mos--

"HEY!" Mohinder cried out as Sylar suddenly shot up off the table. "What did I just say to you?" he asked, shaking his head and feebly attempting to push Sylar back down ( ... )

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