That was a relief, at least. Meant Matt knew he was going to be fine, that neither him nor Mohinder would die on their little girl. At least not from the virus. He thought that meant that the chance of her being immune was a good one too, and although he didn't want to be hopeful exactly, he was cautiously optimistic beneath the tension he still felt.
... and then came that entirely unexpected comment that had Matt's mind blanking for a short moment. He licked his lips.
"Sure", he said, trying to sound casual since he knew Molly was watching him despite the fact that he was turned away from her. He wished telepathy worked over distances. Send back an appropriate response. "Yeah, I can do that."
He hung up shortly after that, then turned to embrace Molly. For a long while. She needed to know that they wouldn't let anything happen to her or to each other and he hated that he had to leave her, even if only for a while.
He had her search for the requested glasses while he had a quick change of clothes. He'd have to mind control a lot less if he was Detective Parkman rather than just Matt, and in case anything broke out he wanted to be armed.
I love you, he thought with all the warmth and certainty he could muster, hugging her close again after she gave him Mohinder's glasses and he handed her the spare phone. "If there's anything at all", he said, letting it hang clearly in the air.
She nodded and lowered her head.
The TV was dead by now. She went to find her Atlas and was holding it close to her chest when Matt left.
The roads were still not that busy but he was anticipating them to fill up by morning. It wasn't that late yet, so they had several hours to try to handle the situation. Hopefully they'd manage.
There was almost nowhere to park by the hospital. Big surprise there. He walked the last bit, jogged really, and made his way through the crowd inside with the kind of decisiveness that's helped something immensely by looking harsh and wearing a suit (sans tie, because who cared?) and the moment he spotted someone official looking, grabbed a hold of them.
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... and then came that entirely unexpected comment that had Matt's mind blanking for a short moment. He licked his lips.
"Sure", he said, trying to sound casual since he knew Molly was watching him despite the fact that he was turned away from her. He wished telepathy worked over distances. Send back an appropriate response. "Yeah, I can do that."
He hung up shortly after that, then turned to embrace Molly. For a long while. She needed to know that they wouldn't let anything happen to her or to each other and he hated that he had to leave her, even if only for a while.
He had her search for the requested glasses while he had a quick change of clothes. He'd have to mind control a lot less if he was Detective Parkman rather than just Matt, and in case anything broke out he wanted to be armed.
I love you, he thought with all the warmth and certainty he could muster, hugging her close again after she gave him Mohinder's glasses and he handed her the spare phone. "If there's anything at all", he said, letting it hang clearly in the air.
She nodded and lowered her head.
The TV was dead by now. She went to find her Atlas and was holding it close to her chest when Matt left.
The roads were still not that busy but he was anticipating them to fill up by morning. It wasn't that late yet, so they had several hours to try to handle the situation. Hopefully they'd manage.
There was almost nowhere to park by the hospital. Big surprise there. He walked the last bit, jogged really, and made his way through the crowd inside with the kind of decisiveness that's helped something immensely by looking harsh and wearing a suit (sans tie, because who cared?) and the moment he spotted someone official looking, grabbed a hold of them.
"Where's Doctor Suresh?"