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➹ 37 [voice]

[Tim sounds calm, on the surface, but there's such an edge in his voice that it might be concerning to the people who know him. He's angry.] Admiral, bring Sylar back.

And to whoever's responsible for this? Hope I'm not the first one to find you.

(((Just after this!)))

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[Tim grit his teeth, dead set against loosing his temper with Sylar, and struggling nonetheless.] I need to know if you saw who it was, Sylar.

[He reminded himself that the inmate was hurting, and really shouldn't be in here. He let out a breath.] You've gotta get to the infirmary. Come on. Can you get up?

Yes. [He responded simply. That was all his warden was getting for the moment.

Then he paused.] I don't need to go to the infirmary. Just to change clothes, get to my bed. I'll be fine.

[Sylar lifted both arms, testing them for movement before rolling up onto his side in response to a bout of nausea. He closed his eyes again at the dizziness, then opened them as quickly, not wanting to appear weak. After regaining control, he rolled onto his back again. His arms returned to either side and he began to push himself up into a sitting position, pulling his legs in when he was close to finally end up sitting cross-legged. The blood was sticking to his neck and back and the killer groaned at the idea of having to clean it somehow.]

[Tim ran a hand over his face - one that hadn't gotten into blood - and reached out to help steady Sylar.]

I know you're feeling like shit, but I need to know if you saw who did this.

[Sylar, for perhaps the first time in a very, very long time, felt like he wasn't completely sacrificing his pride to accept help from his warden. The inmate leaned heavily on Tim, the dizziness still disorienting him as he made his way over to his bed. When they got there and he had fallen to sit on the edge, he gestured loosely at his dresser for another shirt, hoping Tim would understand.]

Yes, I saw.

[He got the message, though he was tempted to ignore it. Heading to the dresser, Tim tugged open drawers, rifling until he found a fresh shirt, before bringing it back to Sylar.]

Who was it?

What are you going to do?

[Sylar set the clean shirt aside as he began to unbutton the bloodstained mess, slowly peeling it from his back as he slid the item from his shoulders and then his arms. When it was completely removed, he tossed it on top of the pile of blood. His back was a mess, but it seemed easier to worry about it later, so he simply slid the new t-shirt on over his head and down over his torso.]

[He didn't try to help, figuring Sylar wouldn't appreciate it; but had he fumbled, Tim would have. Instead, he crossed his arms, trying not to scowl at Sylar. Just the wall.]

Put him - or her - in zero.

[Sylar struggled getting the material to pull down evenly and stopped when Tim quickly helped. He said nothing and gave his warden a look, neither grateful nor angry, and left it at that. The killer tried to scrub the blood off of his neck with his fingers, but stopped after one scrub from the pain and sensitivity in the area.]

Who's going to watch me while you're playing Wonder Boy?

Do you need watching? [His arms tightened across his chest; he would stay, if Sylar needed him to. And he would put out what amounted to an APB here. And he'd be frustrated that someone else would have to take care of it. But he'd stay.]

[He sighed a hint, watched Tim for a moment. Then regretted the noise as his throat burned again. He had never been in so much pain. It was one thing to deal with chest pain, joints.. his throat was something else entirely.]

Will you come back, after you put him in level zero?

Yeah, I'll come back. [He shrugged, offering a small smile.] Someone's gotta clean up that mess. [He nodded toward the blood.]

[Sylar didn't know how to feel, that Tim was so angry over his death. He could only assume the warden was angry with his own failure, rather than that it was a result of caring in any way.]

Iago.

[Son of a bitch. Tim nodded, arms dropping to his sides.] I'll be back.

[Then he turned on his heel, waiting until he was out the door to start running.]

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