Day 46: Sun Room

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Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that...

After that, Zach had jumped in front of him like some kind of martyr, like the exact opposite of everything Sylar stood for, to take the next hit for him. It got pretty fuzzy after that, so night must have ended right around then.

The man let out a pained grunt as he straightened himself up in bed. For some reason, he got the feeling that he'd slept in. There was no way for him to really tell without a window in the room, but he just knew. The fact that Sam's bed looked long since vacated was another clue.

Sam, but was he Sam again? Had the brainwashing worn off, as he and Roland had hoped, or was he going to have to go through this nightmare for even longer? He didn't know how long he could handle "Zach" and "Harrison" before he started going batty himself.

Pulling himself out of bed, Peter lifted his shirt and saw that he was tightly bandaged. The scratch most likely wasn't nearly as bad as the bite that "Zach" had received, but it still smarted. He let his shirt fall and then had to deal with a nurse chiding him for sleeping through the morning announcements. Not that Peter really cared at the moment. He was too busy thinking about last night and the fact that in a way, he now owed something to Sylar. Except it hadn't been Sylar. That was something he was sure of now.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter reached the Sun Room right as the rest of the patient populace was trickling in from breakfast. Sighing to himself, he headed over to the bulletin board and then saw a note written in familiar yet unpleasant handwriting. Holding his pen in a vice grip, Peter scribbled out a reply and then stalked over to an armchair and fell into it with a huff.

While Sylar was maddeningly frustrating, there was one good thing about the fact that he was himself again. It meant that Nathan was too.

[For Spock!]

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[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

Matt? What would they want with him? But, hell, that's the question for all of us. Mello had briefly held the theory that this whole place was an elaborate setup to take him out of the picture, but he'd been forced to discard it as implausible. Now he thought they must be dealing with dedicated sadists who'd found some way of cheating with time, and god only knew what else, and were using that power to kidnap and torment people.

At Edgeworth's last words, Mello's hostility eased somewhat. He had a hunch the older man had gotten along well with L. "You don't have Kira where you come from, do you?" That much was obvious from the way he talked about the case.

"Tell me about Mikami. Which side was he on?" Mello didn't see any way it could be good that someone had heard of him and not vice versa.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"No, we don't. I would have heard something about a case as high-profile as that one seems to be; from what I understand about it, the case was very well publicized for quite a long time." Not that the LAPD would have been much good. Maybe some of the new blood that's here, but.

There was that question - one he had been expecting, to be entirely honest, but. Edgeworth really didn't think his former roommate had been a bad person. Fired up about the case? Absolutely...but the voice hadn't butted in, not once.

"If you're asking whether I think he was the culprit, I don't think so. He talked about the case quite a bit, but wasn't the type to kill someone."

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

"Well publicized? You could say that," Mello said, dryly. "Have you ever run across a serial killer who has a fucking fan club? And I don't mean a small, random bunch of loonies, either."

He settled back in the chair and propped one foot on the seat. Kira obviously had ties to the Japanese police, and if Mikami knew who Mello was, he obviously had ties to the case, one way or another. Mello realized he didn't truly know enough to draw any definite conclusions about the pattern of people who were brought to Landel's, but his gut said it wasn't random, not with L, Matt, and himself involved.

"Do you know when Mikami came from?" He looked disgusted for a moment at having to ask such a ridiculous question.