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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Sync's gaze didn't waver when Luke finally mustered up the courage to look at him again, expression remaining passive as he listened to the replica's words. However, he wasn't aware that a dramatic monologue was necessary to answer his question, and it wasn't like he particularly cared if Luke was trying to convince himself that he was actually useful. He said it himself, didn't he? He didn't know where he'd been, so what was stopping him from making the same, fatal mistake again?

"You're so annoying." After everything the redhead said Sync could only muster up enough energy to point that out. Indeed, Luke's existence in Landel's was annoying, but the God-General hardly saw him as a threat. There was a difference between saying and doing, and until the latter actually made due with his words then Sync would hardly ever bat an eye in his direction. At least Claude had actually tried to act on his own, but in the end even he couldn't ignore his own sympathy. The God-General wasn't aware that he was still worth sympathizing, and that itself was enough to make his blood boil.

By then the intercom had gone off, signaling the end of this shift and the start of lunch. It was only then that Sync tore his eyes away, turning around in order to look for his nurse. However, before he left Luke completely, the replica graced him with a few parting words.

"I won't give you that chance." Call it a challenge, a promise even, but in reality it was nothing more than a scoff at Luke's declaration. The replica had more important things to worry about.