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Didn't Ask For Help
Jul. 15th, 2011 07:49 pm"Didn't Ask For Help"
Who: Mohinder, Matt, Peter
Stirring, Mohinder rolls onto his back and rubs the back of one hand against his eyes. He can hear voices and for a moment, he's sure that Sylar's left the television on again. He actually smiles, ever so slightly, and moves his other arm across the sheets only to realize he's alone. Sort of. Those voices are familiar.
"The car's gone." That's Peter. Mohinder stiffens at once, not opening his eyes and falling still again. They'll likely know he's awake in a minute, but he prefers to play it out as long as possible.
"And Sylar?"
"Gone too."
There's relief in Mohinder's next sigh. Likely, it gives him away.
Who: Mohinder, Matt, Peter
Stirring, Mohinder rolls onto his back and rubs the back of one hand against his eyes. He can hear voices and for a moment, he's sure that Sylar's left the television on again. He actually smiles, ever so slightly, and moves his other arm across the sheets only to realize he's alone. Sort of. Those voices are familiar.
"The car's gone." That's Peter. Mohinder stiffens at once, not opening his eyes and falling still again. They'll likely know he's awake in a minute, but he prefers to play it out as long as possible.
"And Sylar?"
"Gone too."
There's relief in Mohinder's next sigh. Likely, it gives him away.
