The killer hissed out a swear, eyes wide as Mohinder cried out and then dropped to his knees. In less than the time it to him to blink or the geneticist to close his eyes, he was at his side, arms going around him to keep him from taking a swan-dive into the dusty floor. He held him for a moment, expecting him to roll over, perfectly well in spite of the pain he was clearly in, and exhibit some new, wonderful permanent ability--he sounded like them, already--but nothing happened. Nothing happened, and it was him turning the other man so that he was face up rather than face down, frowning down at him.
"Sonovabitch," he hissed, putting a hand to his shoulder to shake him a little, in an attempt to wake him. "Suresh. Get up."
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Date: 2009-04-17 04:00 pm (UTC)"Sonovabitch," he hissed, putting a hand to his shoulder to shake him a little, in an attempt to wake him. "Suresh. Get up."