His hand falls limply back to the bed, and Kim is swift to react.

Shock. He's going into shock.

"Sylar. Sylar, look at me. Come on, open your eyes, you can do it, I know you can--"

She's already stripping away the blanket with its icy coating, pulling it out from beneath his shoulders and upper body, dumping it to the floor beside the bed. Kim reaches for one of the clean sheets that she'd brought earlier, draping it over his abdomen before reaching for a second blanket to cover him with.

A part of her can't help but observe, coldly, that she could use this chance to run. Could escape, could try to find another way back, somehow. He couldn't possibly stop her, not in his current condition.

If I leave him like this, he could die.

"--look at me, come on, damn it, don't you dare quit now!"