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35 - Audio, Text - I'm too tired to use filters.

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I'm back. That means crisis averted, right? Or at least ended. Whatever. [ A groan. She sounds beat all to hell and exhausted. ]

Feel like I was hit by a bus... that tried to dissect me.

[ Steph fumbles tiredly with the communicator a little, finally getting it set on Video so you can see the infirmary and confirm that yes, she looks tired, but relatively healthy. She doesn't have that "I haven't slept in days" look that death-tollers have. She gives the camera a sleepy little smile before turning serious. ]

Hey, uh, has anybody seen my backpack? It's... sort of dark green, pretty average looking? I had it when I... whatever I did. Got hit by a metaphysical bus. Anyway, it didn't make it to the infirmary with me. Do we have a lost and found here? We should start a lost and found.

[ Private to Tim and Dick, added a little later ]

[ She dun goofed. But Tim asked her to let him know, and Dick should probably know too. So. Somebody looks tired and upset with herself! ]

In the future, if you can at all help it, don't let me use this thing until I've had coffee.

[ooc | Forward-dated to tomorrow because my memo-machine is broken ]

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[Sylar didn't like the look on Tim's face, so he simply stood there and remained silent. If Stephanie wanted to argue it, that was her choice. The killer didn't intend to piss off his warden, even if it meant losing some of her favor. Not for this. He had intended to ask for forgiveness; Sylar didn't ask permission.]

You're hurt. Do you really want to make it worse?

[He could feel the hypocrisy descend on him as he spoke, but that didn't stop him from pointing it out anyway.]

Yes! Okay? Maybe I do want to make it worse.

[ She covers her face with her hands for a moment, running them across her eyes and massaging her temples before looking at Tim again with pleading eyes. ]

Please, Tim. I... I'm scared. Please.

[Sylar just looked sideways and stayed silent, letting the two of them sort it out.]

[Damn it. He glanced at Sylar, clenching his jaw.] Fine. Just - all right. I'll help.

[Maybe he could keep her from popping her stitches.]

[ She scratches under her eye, like maybe she was about to start crying. But hey, it worked. So she smiles just a little. ]

Thank you.

[Well that was.. unexpected. Sylar looked up at Tim with a quirk of the eyebrow. Maybe little Timmy still had feelings for Stephanie after all. He exchanged a short glance with his warden, then looked down to Stephanie again.] "Can you get up?"

[He'd always have feelings for her, but he wasn't going to admit that. And he'd much rather keep them buried. Tim raked a hand through his hair and stood, still frowning. She shouldn't stand, but they didn't have much choice.]

[ She swings her legs over the side of the bed and very carefully lifts herself up. So far so good! ]

I think so.

[ A hand on the side table and she gets shakily to her feet, still no new popped stitches. ]

[Sylar almost immediately wrapped an arm around Stephanie's waist if she would allow it, in order to help support her. The last thing any of them needed was the girl falling over and injuring herself further. He ignored whatever looks Tim might give him, just wanting to get her to his room.. in a purely platonic sense.]

[Tim clenched his jaw, but there were no looks, no words. He reached for Steph's arm, though, doing his part to hold her up. He still didn't like this.]

[ She pauses for a moment at the hand around her waist, but now's not really the time. She takes all the physical support she can get and flashes them a tired smile. ]

Shall we try walking then?

[Sylar nodded, glancing to Tim and then out of the infirmary. He looked back to Tim.] "You need to distract the doctor. I can carry her. You can meet us again when we're outside, past the people who will keep her here."

[Damn it. He didn't like that. Didn't like the idea of even leaving them alone right now - but he'd be a better distraction than Sylar would. Locking his jaw, Tim nodded and headed off to do his part - but not before making sure Steph was all right with it.]

So that's a no on the walking. Fair enough. [ She's too relieved to be getting out of here, out of the open, to argue or even pay attention to Tim's scowl. ]

[Sylar waited for Tim to leave the two of them, then began to smuggle the girl out, keeping himself between her and whoever was around as best he could without appearing obvious. If only he had Candice Wilmer's ability, or Claude's again. He wanted Claude's again.]

Come on. [He whispered quietly. Despite his somewhat stoic mood, the killer was careful to be gentle with her. Popped stitches were no one's friend.]

[ She follows along, one hand to her chest as though it might help her keep the stitches in. She's not particularly sure anyone will forcibly keep her here anyway, especially not with Tim playing along. Still, she misses her staff. ]

Oh, wait! My... uh. My clothes. [ Her clothes with her utility belt tucked inside. That might be a little tougher to smuggle. ]

[Sylar paused when she told him to wait, lifting an eyebrow as he looked sideways and down to her. He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips.] "Where are they?"

Chair by the bed. [ They're bloody and torn, but she's still glad they didn't throw them out. They were good for hiding her belt. ]

[Tim played the quiet distraction, but when he saw them pause, he gestured subtly, waving Sylar toward the door. They got him to help, but jeez, they weren't making it easy.]

[Sylar removed his arm from her, leaving her standing beside an unoccupied bed in case she needed something to lean on. Then he quickly returned to grab her clothes. When her utility belt began to slip out, he raised an eyebrow again and quickly tucked it back into the pile. The killer tucked the pile under his arm, careful to keep it intact, and returned to her side.]

[ She freaks a little when the utility belt started to slip, but Sylar isn't saying anything about it just yet so she pushes it into the back of her mind. Instead of worrying about it, she grabs on to Sylar's shoulder and starts to slowly, carefully make her way to the door. ]

[The two of them made their way out into the hall, with Sylar helping as much as she would allow. He didn't stop just outside the door, continuing slowly with her down the hall toward the elevator. Tim could catch up.] "Is there something you want to tell me?"

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[He saw the belt slip and cursed very loudly in his head. Keeping up the act was pain, but he gave them a few seconds of a head start once they were out while he wound down the conversation - then he was heading into the hall after them.]

You should've let me grab it.

[ Well, she did decide it wouldn't be the end of the world if he found out. Apparently it was time to test that theory. ]

I told you I don't have any powers. [ Which is why she needs the belt. Get it? Get it? ]

Is this really the time or place?

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