Nathan was hesitant to leave despite Mohinder's assurances, half sure that the second he left the room, the Indian would slide out of consciousness and not wake up. He cast a glance over his shoulder, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, and then turned back to Mohinder, raising his hands almost defensively. "Just stay awake," he repeated.
Steeling his jaw, he forced himself into action, ducking back into the house and making a bee line for the bedroom, that the last place he could recall his phone being. It wouldn't have taken Sherlock Holmes to notice that his only hope was in pieces on the floor just inside the doorway. "... What the hell?"
He didn't take the time to think on it for very long -- he didn't have the time -- instead moving back out to the living room, snagging the phone off of one of the tables. And clicking it on, he dialed the number Mohinder had given him as he stalked back out to the garden. He could only hope Mohinder was still awake.
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Date: 2009-11-01 12:29 am (UTC)Steeling his jaw, he forced himself into action, ducking back into the house and making a bee line for the bedroom, that the last place he could recall his phone being. It wouldn't have taken Sherlock Holmes to notice that his only hope was in pieces on the floor just inside the doorway. "... What the hell?"
He didn't take the time to think on it for very long -- he didn't have the time -- instead moving back out to the living room, snagging the phone off of one of the tables. And clicking it on, he dialed the number Mohinder had given him as he stalked back out to the garden. He could only hope Mohinder was still awake.