Sylar flinches as Kim begins to apply the antiseptic, fingers digging into the mattress. Almost instantly, his grip tightens further as the movement compounds the pain even more.
He isn't looking at her: instead, his eyes are staring blindly at the ceiling.
And the temperature around his hands has dipped as the sheets crackle suspiciously.
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Sylar flinches as Kim begins to apply the antiseptic, fingers digging into the mattress. Almost instantly, his grip tightens further as the movement compounds the pain even more.
He isn't looking at her: instead, his eyes are staring blindly at the ceiling.
And the temperature around his hands has dipped as the sheets crackle suspiciously.