When the attacks Peter and Sylar had sent at each other had collided, it had lit up the courtyard for a split second, bright enough to blind him.
But when his vision returned, Peter was back in his bed, breathing hard and with a killer headache. He coughed and turned over in the bed, staring down at the ground for a moment as he tried to remind himself of where he was. Suddenly, the night seemed like a distant memory, almost unreal, and Peter fought to recall it.
He couldn't justify why he'd acted the way he had, except that those nurses and large men had come for him after dinner. It was all pretty blurry after that, and then the next thing he knew he had been on that field, wanting to get his fellow patients back inside; being ready to attack them, if necessary.
And then, Sylar. Those memories were a bit clearer, though it didn't exactly make him feel any better. Peter knew now that there was a cure for death, and obviously Sylar had been revived after Hiro had stabbed him. And Sylar was here now, with him and Claire and that Elle girl. Nathan was definitely gone, and it was seeming more and more likely that Mr. Bennet was, as well.
A quick test made it obvious that his powers were gone again. Peter could only breathe a sigh of relief to know that he hadn't hurt anyone too badly while he had been in that state, but that was all outweighed by the fact that Sylar was stuck in this place with the rest of them. At least he knew that the other man had to be weakened, unless he was here just to terrorize people at night. But that made no sense - this wasn't a Company facility, and even if it was, Peter doubted that Sylar would work for them.
He was jarred from his thoughts when a nurse came into the room and told him to get dressed for the trip into Doyleton. Peter recalled what Xelloss had told him about this, and silently stood to grab the change of clothes the nurse had brought: a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
Once he was dressed, the nurse started leading him down the hallway, and Peter couldn't help getting caught up in reflecting on the night before again. At least he had managed to make sure Claire had stayed safe in the end - he had promised Mr. Bennet he would watch over her, and he had delivered on that. He could only hope that Sylar wouldn't be as much of a threat now, but he knew better than to underestimate him.
Before he knew it, the nurse was shoving a paper bag into his hands and urging him onto one of the idling buses. It was strange to see the institute from this side, but he was too distracted to focus much on that. As he made his way down the bus, though, he was struck by a few familiar faces, and he realized they must have been people he had dealt with or at least seen last night. He spotted one man who was sitting on his own, and after a moment of awkward contemplation, moved toward him. Peter remained standing, knowing that the stranger might not want his company.
"Hey," he started, wanting to check and see if he was recognized.
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But when his vision returned, Peter was back in his bed, breathing hard and with a killer headache. He coughed and turned over in the bed, staring down at the ground for a moment as he tried to remind himself of where he was. Suddenly, the night seemed like a distant memory, almost unreal, and Peter fought to recall it.
He couldn't justify why he'd acted the way he had, except that those nurses and large men had come for him after dinner. It was all pretty blurry after that, and then the next thing he knew he had been on that field, wanting to get his fellow patients back inside; being ready to attack them, if necessary.
And then, Sylar. Those memories were a bit clearer, though it didn't exactly make him feel any better. Peter knew now that there was a cure for death, and obviously Sylar had been revived after Hiro had stabbed him. And Sylar was here now, with him and Claire and that Elle girl. Nathan was definitely gone, and it was seeming more and more likely that Mr. Bennet was, as well.
A quick test made it obvious that his powers were gone again. Peter could only breathe a sigh of relief to know that he hadn't hurt anyone too badly while he had been in that state, but that was all outweighed by the fact that Sylar was stuck in this place with the rest of them. At least he knew that the other man had to be weakened, unless he was here just to terrorize people at night. But that made no sense - this wasn't a Company facility, and even if it was, Peter doubted that Sylar would work for them.
He was jarred from his thoughts when a nurse came into the room and told him to get dressed for the trip into Doyleton. Peter recalled what Xelloss had told him about this, and silently stood to grab the change of clothes the nurse had brought: a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.
Once he was dressed, the nurse started leading him down the hallway, and Peter couldn't help getting caught up in reflecting on the night before again. At least he had managed to make sure Claire had stayed safe in the end - he had promised Mr. Bennet he would watch over her, and he had delivered on that. He could only hope that Sylar wouldn't be as much of a threat now, but he knew better than to underestimate him.
Before he knew it, the nurse was shoving a paper bag into his hands and urging him onto one of the idling buses. It was strange to see the institute from this side, but he was too distracted to focus much on that. As he made his way down the bus, though, he was struck by a few familiar faces, and he realized they must have been people he had dealt with or at least seen last night. He spotted one man who was sitting on his own, and after a moment of awkward contemplation, moved toward him. Peter remained standing, knowing that the stranger might not want his company.
"Hey," he started, wanting to check and see if he was recognized.