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Claire wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Matt Parkman had left her mind and took the picturesque park with him to leave her in darkness. It could have been days or it could have been just mere minutes. Either way she knew she was in trouble. She had no way of knowing how close Sylar was to finding her or if he would even beat her father there.

She had no doubt Noah Bennet was on his way and he most likely had a little army in tow. He wouldn’t see forcing her home as a bad thing. That was if she made it out of this whole mess; the mess being the fact that she was dying without the use of her ability to save her.

There she was, trapped in the hospital bed that was meant to aid in saving her life, surrounded by machines that were supposed to keep her alive. She was familiar with the steady whoosh of air coming from the machine feeding her oxygen, the constant dripping coming from her IV that was feeding her and keeping her hydrated but she was worried about the other machine she could barely hear. It was there, weak and steady; the monitor that kept track of her blood pressure and her heart rate, both of which seemed low. Or at least she was going to assume her blood pressure was low considering how slow her heart sounded even to her own ears.

She just wished she had the energy to open her eyes but she didn’t. She was fading fast and she knew it.

The door opened a moment later, loud over the hum of the machines, and two nurses let themselves into the room. One moved over to the heart rate monitor without pausing, reaching up to push a few strands of her curly hair out of the way before planting her hands on either side of the machine as she looked it over. The other simply closed the door behind them, leaning her petite frame against the door as it shut, arms folding under her breast as she watched the other nurse.

Maybe this was some kind of training session.

"I think we got here just in time," the nurse at the monitors murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder at her companion, "but I think Matt was right. She's sick, and she's not going to get any better."

"Lucky thing we can fix that, isn't it?"

( Maybe not. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 5004
Note: The use of Noah Bennet is not directed at any specific journal.

stolen from elle

Your Primary Mood Color is Red

You are a very passionate and fiery person. You have strong emotions, and you don't hold back. You are bold and quick acting. You aren't afraid to take the first step or make the first move. You are an attention seeker, and you love to be the center of things. You've learned how to entertain people well. You are the type of person who the subject of speculation and gossip, and that's fine with you. You like to be talked about.

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