Even if Sylar could hear him beyond something garbled, tinny, and distant, he wouldn't be able to respond. Hands flat on the sheets -- the backs of them are flecked with blood, now, too -- his coughs trail into strangled, wet gasps before he catches his breath and starts all over again.
A thick band passes across his ankles. The hissing from the light's getting louder.
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Date: 2008-02-10 05:35 am (UTC)A thick band passes across his ankles. The hissing from the light's getting louder.