Mohinder's thoughts jerked abruptly to a halt as he felt the hand on his shoulder. He barely had time to register the feeling, register the pressure before he was falling, before he hit the ground, hard.
He couldn't breathe, the wind completely knocked out of him from the force of the impact, and he was pretty sure he was seeing stars from the way his head bounced on the ground. His back had taken the brunt of the fall, though, and the lungs were his main concern in the panic he was immediately feeling as he tried to draw air in and couldn't. He'd deal with the pain in the back of his head later.
Why, or what, he could barely think to process. He didn't really have to, anyway. The house was secure, and neither his mother or Molly would have the strength or inclination to attack him, which left only Sylar. It wasn't a thought so much as a knowing, and it did nothing to lessen the panic as he tried to force his lungs to work again.
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He couldn't breathe, the wind completely knocked out of him from the force of the impact, and he was pretty sure he was seeing stars from the way his head bounced on the ground. His back had taken the brunt of the fall, though, and the lungs were his main concern in the panic he was immediately feeling as he tried to draw air in and couldn't. He'd deal with the pain in the back of his head later.
Why, or what, he could barely think to process. He didn't really have to, anyway. The house was secure, and neither his mother or Molly would have the strength or inclination to attack him, which left only Sylar. It wasn't a thought so much as a knowing, and it did nothing to lessen the panic as he tried to force his lungs to work again.
[ooc: *snerk* SO the wrong icon]