11 - Madness and Misery

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[The door to the room is open, whether because he meant it to be, or because he's forgotten it is anyone's guess. Somehow he got Sylar back down from the fourteenth floor, but he's sleeping and dreaming and silent on the bed and it's freaking Mohinder right the hell out even more than he already was, so he's not leaving the room, kthnx. He promised, after all. No leaving while Sylar was asleep, because he gets in trouble, and gets himself hurt, or lost. But there has to be a way to fix it, right?

So he's trying to figure it out, writing on the walls, all of them, over them, up and down them, and it looks mostly like gibberish, though upon closer inspection a lot of it is math, and some of it is from his father's book, and some of it a resequencing of the DNA he found in the Doctors' genetic samples he took, and a bit of string theory tossed in, but it's all mashed together in ways that only make sense to him, and what he's trying to figure out? Well that's anybody's guess. Feel free to come in and bother, or soothe, or cajole or get him to eat or anything. Or just talk through the journal, because he's muttering, too, though mostly the only thing that comes out coherently is...]

I think I need help...

Comments

[supes]

You need help? What's wrong?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

He won't wake up, and reality changed and everything is all wrong. I can't fix it.

[supes]

I don't know what to do about realities, but... who's "he"? What happened to him?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

My...friend. L-love. [awkward pause, 'cause he's only said that since the brain scrambling, and it feels really weird] Someone...hurt me, and he went to make it stop and now he's hurt, and I can't fix him.

[supes]

Alright, first of all, he has to go to the clinic. Second, how badly is he hurt?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Everyone says that, but the clinic...I don't...they can't fix us. I don't know. He just sleeps and sleeps and won't wake up.

[supes]

... sorry, I don't know what to do about that.

[thinking, racking his brains for possible solutions, but he's never done much but wait or... kill the source, which... probably isn't the right idea, here.]

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

I help the helpless. What can I do?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Reality changed, everything shifted. He fell asleep, and I can't make it go back.

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

Ahuh. So~ is this a castle-induced sleep or something else?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Dream induced.

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

[whoosh, watch that go over her head]

So what, the Sandman did it?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[long pause, considering, trying to work through the words in their own way]

...Yes?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Del hears him, he's been at the edges of her mind since he fell into bits.]

Do you want a song?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[That makes him pause in the frantic writing at least, recognizing her voice]

Will it wake him up?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She sounds almost uncaring as she says it]

No.

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

[angry little snarl, over the fear]

Need him to wake up.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

No he doesn't. Wants to.

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Can't be alone.

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

Are you hurt?...

[because sending little children to psychopaths is a good idea]

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Not me. My friend.

[well, the psychopath's asleep? Mohinder's just crazy, but harmless.]

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

Will he get better?

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

...I don't know.

[chosenfake.livejournal.com]

It's bad when things stop moving.

[capableof-both.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes it is.