The moment Nathan wandered away, Mohinder was fairly certain he was going to fall over unconscious. He understood the risks in some distant corner of his mind, but he found it hard to care. The shivering was getting worse, though ever tremble hurt like hell, making him feel like he was going to come apart with the pain. Maybe parts of him had. He had split off into tiny pieces with Sylar's attack, parts of him wanting to die, thinking he deserved to. The goodbye, so final, had left him feeling like there was a hole underneath the sharper pain of his ribs.
It would be so much easier to just slip away, to let the pain pull him under until he couldn't feel any of it anymore. Maybe that would be better for all of them--for him, for Sylar, for whatever was left of Nathan. He didn't know, though, and he struggled to hold on, because maybe they still needed him, maybe there was something he could still do...
He sighed, and it hurt, but it pulled him back to consciousness.
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Date: 2009-11-01 04:35 am (UTC)It would be so much easier to just slip away, to let the pain pull him under until he couldn't feel any of it anymore. Maybe that would be better for all of them--for him, for Sylar, for whatever was left of Nathan. He didn't know, though, and he struggled to hold on, because maybe they still needed him, maybe there was something he could still do...
He sighed, and it hurt, but it pulled him back to consciousness.