[Sylar slowly drifted into consciousness. His ears began working before his eyes could open and he could hear someone looking around, returning to his side, fading away in the distance and coming back again. Iron and a sickly sweet rot still permeated two of his five senses. Finally, the killer was able to focus his mind forward, to slowly opening his eyes. He saw his own ceiling, then noticed Tim kneeling at his side. His mouth opened to chastise his warden for being late, but nothing came out. The pain in his throat seared.
In addition to the lightheaded affliction and some nausea, Sylar was having trouble focusing his eyes. He let them drift closed again, swallowed, and tried to speak once more. It came out as a course whisper.] I hear you're engaged.
[It seemed easier to focus on that when the natural reaction of anger just wasn't an option.]
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In addition to the lightheaded affliction and some nausea, Sylar was having trouble focusing his eyes. He let them drift closed again, swallowed, and tried to speak once more. It came out as a course whisper.] I hear you're engaged.
[It seemed easier to focus on that when the natural reaction of anger just wasn't an option.]