Hearing Matt's internal screams was enough to get Mohinder to his hands and knees. He saved Peter the last time Sylar had him like this, hadn't he? There wasn't a giant rolling board to shove at the monster, but he could use something else-- The now-useless laptop computer, perhaps? All he needed was a distraction so that Matt could get control of the situation again.

He gritted his teeth and gasped in pain as he put weight on an ankle only to choke on the smell of ozone as Peter flashed between him and the two struggling at the wall.

Peter knew how to stop Sylar and pain, fresh from his family, left him harder than he'd thought he'd be. A come-here gesture at the knife block in the kitchen sent one into his hand and he drove it, deeply, into the back of Sylar's head.

The psychopath dropped, dead, at Peter's feet, blood pooling into the carpet. He did not go to Matt immediately, crouching instead to be sure he'd gotten the killer. Mohinder was left to tending the detective.

Fearing the worst when he pressed a towel to Matt's forehead, Mohinder parted the skin slightly to see how deep had been cut. He couldn't see bone. That was the biggest relief of all. Headwounds bled profusely however. It would take some time to stop.