Mohinder watched the change start, then closed his eyes again, too tired and hurting too much to fight it anymore. He was alive, and right now he didn't know if that was a victory or not. He'd have to say something, explain something, and he had no idea anymore what to say. There wasn't much he could say. He was pretty sure he'd hit his head on the wall, knew he had at least one rib broken, probably more. He couldn't move his right arm, and breathing was getting more and more difficult. And he was cold. So very, very cold, starting to shiver, which just hurt like nobody's business, though he tried to hold back the moan.
Maybe they'd both end up gone, after all, just more slowly than Sylar had intended. There was a nice darkness around the edges of his consciousness he wanted desperately to sink into, to get away from the pain, but each breath kept pulling him back.
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Date: 2009-10-29 11:57 pm (UTC)Maybe they'd both end up gone, after all, just more slowly than Sylar had intended. There was a nice darkness around the edges of his consciousness he wanted desperately to sink into, to get away from the pain, but each breath kept pulling him back.