Sylar leans against a vacant table, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek. (He already bit open his tongue when Hiro's attack struck true, and the urge to spit out another mouthful of blood is growing.) Both hands stay at his stomach as the doctor walks closer.

The decision takes less than half a second to formulate: he cannot deal with Hiro now; he cannot seek help in this infirmary without dealing with Hiro first; he will never find Sprague by midnight in the state he's in.

Both hands are at his stomach, and then, without warning, one isn't.

It's fastened around Kim's wrist, hard, as he yanks her toward the door.