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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Tim shrugged. "It's kind of my thing," he said. "Helping people out, I mean." It wasn't a lie, either, so he didn't even need to feel bad saying it. Maybe it was close to crossing the line, but, sometimes the lines blurred together. In a place like this, it was hard to tell what to say and what not to say. He just had to make the judgment call.

He glanced over at the man. Was there anything he could really ask for? "Well, I need a way to the third floor. A friend and I were talking about scaling the walls, but I need a way to do it first. Rope, something to use as a grappling hook, that kind of thing."

It was worth a shot.

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Sanae beamed. "Nice ta know, kid. I mean, normally I'd try to feel him out, but I think any negotiatin' chance I had with him went down the tubes a while ago. So it's a big help." And it looked like Josh, as usual, had picked well.

He rubbed his chin. "Hm...okay. I'll keep an eye out--or maybe we can do a joint thing. I think I might make a supply run tonight anyway." The Arts and Crafts room wasn't bound to have rope, but Sanae was sure he could leave Neku to that task, leaving him to muck around wherever else he could think of.

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"I'm an unknown quantity, right? How could this guy possibly suspect me? Just tell me how to get his attention without being suspicious and I'll see what I can find out about him. I don't know if I can catch him today, but as long as we avoid him tonight, we should be all right."

It was nice to feel like he was doing something, even something small.

"Hey, let me know what you're doing tonight. I'll be there if you need me. Like I said, I need to find some rope anyway."

It seemed like he'd made a good alliance. He still wasn't totally sure what was up with Joshua, but Mr. H was willing be helpful, and that was certainly a good thing. The man at least seemed to know what he was doing. Tim didn't spend a lot of his time working closely with adults, outside of Batman, Nightwing, and maybe Oracle, so finding one he could trust was the way to go. At least, for now.

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"Food is the way to go," Sanae advised. He'd seen Minamimoto at annual Reaper parties; the guy ate like he would die of starvation at any minute. "Just give him food--like, you know, 'The nurse gave me too much' or something--and you'll hook him in no time. I know that limits the times when you can nab him, but otherwise you're just gonna bug him." And an angry Minamimoto was a silent one.

The intercom buzzed on, and Sanae watched as the nurses began filing in to collect them for lunch. He sighed. "I'll post something when I got it all down. See ya later, kid."

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Food? Well, that was a starting place, then. He'd have to see if he could get something special...maybe Alfred would have something, or could get something. Alfred was resourceful like that.

"Thanks. Catch you later," he said. He stood up, took one last look at the board, and was nabbed by his nurse to be hauled off for lunch.