They're Both Like Cockroaches


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Scene Title They're Both Like Cockroaches
Synopsis Both Felix and Sylar. Only the first needs healing yet again that has Abigail all angry at repeatedly having to do and Felix appropriately apologetic and then disbelieving.
Date April 23, 2009

St. Luke's Hospital

St. Luke's Hospital is known for its high-quality care and its contributions to medical research. Its staff place an emphasis on compassion for and sensitivity to the needs of their patients and the communities they serve. In addition to nearby Columbia University, the hospital collaborates with several community groups, churches, and programs at local high schools. The associated Roosevelt Hospital offers a special wing of rooms and suites with more amenities than the standard hospital environment; they wouldn't seem out of place in a top-rated hotel. That said, a hospital is a hospital — every corridor and room still smells faintly of antiseptic.

Blood loss….always a problem for Fel. And he's out like a light, hooked up to an IV, breath a wheezing rattle behind the mask on his face. He looks miserable, in as much as an unconscious person looks like anything much.

Pulled from watching over a paint job in Chinatown where she was hiding out from the reporters and various people who found themselves in need of the woman who can dole out miracles, Abigail had gotten Xiulan to change her back to normal - not some Chinese American hybrid - and had high tailed it, refusing Fedor's offers of sanctuary and transportation. She didn't know whether Felix would appreciate his … family being present and frankly, she wasn't in the mood after the 'polite' lecture she got, to deal with the shape shifter.

Not when she had to deal with the cops at the door and there was a straggling pair of reporters who were taking the chance that she might appear at the hospital. But quick enough she was escorted to the down FBI officers room, already her jacket off and passed to someone, just her in her tank top and red hair bound in a ponytail, blue eyes looking over Felix's prone form. He was slowly, or was it quickly? becoming a little too dependent upon her. With pursed lips, and a stool brought up to the side of the hospital bed, Abigail's hands settle on the man and she sets about to work with only the incessant beat of the monitors and Felix's breathing to disturb her.

My son, pay attention to what I say;

listen closely to my words.

Do not let them out of your sight,

keep them within your heart;

for they are life to those who find them

and health to a man's whole body.

Above all else, guard your heart,

for it is the wellspring of life.

Put away perversity from your mouth;

keep corrupt talk far from your lips.

Let your eyes look straight ahead,

fix your gaze directly before you.

Make level paths for your feet

and take only ways that are firm.

Do not swerve to the right or the left;

keep your foot from evil.

And eventually he comes up out of it, rolling his eyes to peer at Abby. The sensation of her healing him has become too familiar, and he looks sheepish even as he comes back to consciousness.

Is familiar for him, though for the redhead, it's not. The change wrought by the gaping wound, that isn't really a wound in his chest greedily taking what's sent it's way is a taxing tricky thing to work around. THis means moving her hands, placing them at various points and for only so long, over the obvious visual wounds, trying to seal them up and banish them away. It's a bit disconcerting that they're where she remembers seeing scars for other wounds, one gotten and not healed by her or before he knew her. The previous scripture, proverbs 4:20-27 for those in the know, ends, and the redhead continues on, ignoring the awake fed beneath her hands.

"Lord, You invite all who are burdened to come to you. Allow Your healing Hand to heal him. Touch my soul with Your compassion for others; touch my heart with Your courage and infinite Love for all; touch my mind with Your Wisdom, and may my mouth always proclaim Your praise. Teach me to reach out to You in all my needs, and help me to lead others to You by my example. Most loving Heart of Jesus, bring him health in body and spirit that he may serve the people with all his strength. Touch gently this life which you have created, now and forever. Amen."

He's still carrying his death with himself, the muscle of his heart more or less an occult construct. Thanks. Mu-Qian. Thanks again. Fel is quiet, trusting, beneath her hands, but the blue eyes are regretful, to say the least.

That's the last that he'll hear of the prayer, and after maybe ten minutes, there's not a trace of any injuries on the Federal agent, and Eileen will be needing a little more time to crack open all those healed wounds in the future. Save what's centered around his chest. Abigail remains with her hands on his chest, blue eyes tracing around his chest, trying to sense where the healing's all going and when it seems that it's just gravitating towards his chest, not relying on Felix to tell her he's feeling fine, She pulls her hands back. Her gaze goes from his chest, up to his own eyes, lips pursed.

"It wasn't my fault," he says, firmly, meeting her gaze. "It really wasn't. Something that looks like Eileen Ruskin came for me, after I refused to tell her if I knew if Ethan Holden was in custody."

"Something that looks like Eileen, came for you" The former blonde looks tired, dead tired. She's be toppling over if it wasn't for the fact that she'd eaten twenty minutes earlier and it was energy giving food. "Eileen Ruskin came for you, asking you had Ethan Holden in custody. Let me guess, you wouldn't say." She leans back on the stool, not bothering to call for any nurses to unhook Felix from monitors or the like. She wants him just like he is right now. "Are you incapable of not getting hurt Agent Ivanov?"

Felix protests, quietly, "I didn't -know-. I don't know if anyone has him. She says he disappeared - I'm in law enforcement, if someone else under the radar took him, they sure as hell won't tell me. And I said as much. She started pulling open old wounds, somehow."

"I don't care about the Janitor" Eileen pulled open old wounds. That's new. Not a trick she knew the other woman could do. Maybe there is credence to it being someone else. " So it wasn't Eileen. Because Eileen's gift deals with birds. So it was someone else. So stop saying it was Eileen. Must have been Sylar. Because he has a hankering for sending you to meet god and failing" Because that's the only explanation." screech, goes the wheels of the stool as Abigail rises away from the bed, sending the stool protesting a few inches, drawing her hands into fists and then relaxing them.

"What is your obsession with her? That I had to blow a favor to keep you off of her at my bar"

Listen to Fel's blood pressure start to crawl up. "Gabriel Gray is in jail," Felix says, from between lips so tight they're nearly numb.

"And when did you put him in jail Agent Ivanov?" Abigail asks, lips still in some firm line as she shuffles over to an adjacent bed so she can slide her tired and tight ass up onto it. She used her feet, toe to heel on each one to kick off her shoes.

"A few months ago," Felix says, very quietly, watching her.

"Yeah well. I'd go ask them where they're keeping him because I can't say for certain, but I'm pretty sure, the lord strike me down, that he's still a walking talking free man Agent Ivanov. Stop being so damned sure of yourself when it comes to him. He's like a cockroach, he survives just about everything. I know he can take other peoples forms, and Eileen was close with him so" do the math. That and Teo's hand. The blackness of the veins. She'd seen that how many times. Only one person she knew could do that, so if Sylar had been in captivity for a long time… The urge to lay down on the empty adjacent bed is strong, but she hesitates then hops back down to grab her shows, movements slow.

The monitors have begun to screech in protests, and Fel's hands have knotted on the sheets like he's going to rip them right off the bed and go in search of Sylar himself. In his hospital gown. "What?" he demands, voice gone low and strained. "We and Homeland Security took him weeks ago…."

"And I healed someone who had wounds… like what Kazimir and his ability have given you a few times Agent Ivanov" On goes a sneaker, languidly and half heartedly tying them up. "God fucking help me if you have a heart attack right here, right now, I'm not going to save you. I had to get through reporters to get here to heal you, and they now know what my scooter looks like. I'm going to need a cop to take me home, and that means them helping me through the ones there at my home. So calm down. I wouldn't place bets on it, but i'd sure as heck check into it"

"Those….." There aren't words in English to express Felix's opinion of Homeland Security right now. So he uses Russian ones. "What makes you think he's free?" he gets out, eventually.

Men and their foreign languages. "I told you. I healed someone who's arm was like your chest, and anyone who'd been hurt by Kazimir" She'd heard what happened in the cells, in the Pancratium. What Sylar did down there when he was "Tavisha" to his opponents. "You'll believe what you want to believe agent Ivanoc, and I'll believe what I believe. I believe that if there's a nuclear bomb that goes off again, he'll be the last man standing. Shoe son, the redhead is dragging herself fully upright, rolling her head around to ease some invisible tension. "I miss anything, or is there anything else that you need"

Felix pleads with her, quietly, "Have you seen him, recently? Heard of him?"

"Last time i saw him Ivanov, was the bridge. I heard about him when I healed people at the Pancratium, I saw what I think is a wound, inflicted by someone with Kazimir's ability" Abigail watches the Agent carefully. "Eileen wouldn't do this"

"Well, then, something else is wearing her skin," Felix says, softly, and then looks around for his clothes.

There's a bag under his bed and with a little expended effort, Abigail hefts it up to place on his lap. "I'll go get you a nurse. Don't get hurt" A glance to the man as she heads for the door. "I'm getting tired of being your safety net Ivanov. At some point, even God's going to say enough is enough"

There's no good argument for that. So Fel is silent, merely nodding to her.

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