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.

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"I thought you might." Nataku was quick, as was to be expected of either Taishi. But between his unwillingness to move away and Homura's equal unwillingness to be the only one who sparkled in the Sun Room, it was only a matter of time before Homura managed to ruffle Nataku's hair--with the hand coated in glitter, of course.

"But I wouldn't want to deny you the privilege," Homura replied easily to Nataku's attempted refusal, still grinning as he settled back into place. Then Nataku offered reassurance that was more for himself than Homura, and he chuckled softly. Reaching over, he tugged on Nataku's sleeve until the boy leaned against him again, just like before. "I know that." Because pranks and games were something entirely different than putting each other in true danger. Homura knew that Nataku would fight with every ounce of strength for what he wished to protect--and he was glad that the boy had chosen him to be one of those people.

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"Thanks," Nataku replied dryly. It had started out as a 'thanks for introducing us' but Homura's hand landed in his hair just then and, once caught, Nataku had no choice but to submit to the retaliation. He sort of deserved it anyway. Just a little.

He got comfortable against Homura's shoulder, relaxing again at the reassurance. Except for Shien, who was obliged in a way, he had never really had anything in the way of a long-term friend. He was still figuring it out.

He glanced up at Homura again after a moment, and flicked a little bit of glitter away from the other Taishi's collar.

"I'm doomed, aren't I?" He didn't seem the least bit unnerved by this prospect.