February 2007
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watchmakers_sonWhen he wakes up -- is lucid again, as the dark-haired man who's removing his IV calls it -- the restraints are gone.
A mild concussion from self-inflicted head trauma, is what else he calls it. They removed the restraints once Sylar had calmed down; this is a hospital, after all, not a prison. You haven't been back with us for some time, he adds as Sylar carefully settles a hand over his abdomen, pressing lightly, and grimaces.
It hurts a bit less than it used to, though. It's healing.
How long? he asks, and receives no response.
Later, he falls asleep, to no dreams, and wakes up again to the silent, flickering fluorescent light. The cycle repeats itself three more times.
A second doctor mentions during one of his visits, in tones of pleasant surprise, that it's good to see the lucidity persist for this long. So many months have passed lately with no change.
On the fourth day, with effort, Sylar is able to work through the pain enough to sit up, his hands braced behind him to keep himself upright.
A mild concussion from self-inflicted head trauma, is what else he calls it. They removed the restraints once Sylar had calmed down; this is a hospital, after all, not a prison. You haven't been back with us for some time, he adds as Sylar carefully settles a hand over his abdomen, pressing lightly, and grimaces.
It hurts a bit less than it used to, though. It's healing.
How long? he asks, and receives no response.
Later, he falls asleep, to no dreams, and wakes up again to the silent, flickering fluorescent light. The cycle repeats itself three more times.
A second doctor mentions during one of his visits, in tones of pleasant surprise, that it's good to see the lucidity persist for this long. So many months have passed lately with no change.
On the fourth day, with effort, Sylar is able to work through the pain enough to sit up, his hands braced behind him to keep himself upright.
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Date: 2008-02-10 05:23 am (UTC)"Gabriel." The voice emerging from the orderly's mouth is hard and high, not his own. "Look what you've done, the sheets are ruined again - "
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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.
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Date: 2008-02-10 05:49 am (UTC)And the flickering
and the flick-ering
flicker
The orderly reaches for his brush, grasping it by the bristled end. He enunciates, clear as a bell, "God damn these lights," and in a graceful overhead sweep, jabs the handle into the fluorescent tube.
It shatters like a nova, and in the last glow, the orderly's eyes gleam gold.
And a thousand tiny shards of glass drift down and down, like snowflakes.