...Except that he still had a deranged, enraged serial killer in his room, and he still had no idea how to get him out of there. It wasn't like Mohinder could just bolt. Then he would have a deranged, enraged serial killer waiting for him in his room.
Oh God, was he actually going to have to help him? How sickening. Mohinder winced. "All right. Um..." He sat down on the edge of his desk, rubbing his arm unconsciously. "Stop rubbing your eyes. You're making it worse. Water will help the stinging a bit..." He hesitated, then added, grudgingly, "Cold water." Because as much as he would love to add to Sylar's suffering, would love to see him burn for hours yet, that was not going to help him right now.
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...Except that he still had a deranged, enraged serial killer in his room, and he still had no idea how to get him out of there. It wasn't like Mohinder could just bolt. Then he would have a deranged, enraged serial killer waiting for him in his room.
Oh God, was he actually going to have to help him? How sickening. Mohinder winced. "All right. Um..." He sat down on the edge of his desk, rubbing his arm unconsciously. "Stop rubbing your eyes. You're making it worse. Water will help the stinging a bit..." He hesitated, then added, grudgingly, "Cold water." Because as much as he would love to add to Sylar's suffering, would love to see him burn for hours yet, that was not going to help him right now.