2007-05-26: Vengeance and Rehabilitation

Starring:

Lachlan_icon.gif Elena_icon.gif Jack_icon.gif Heidi_icon.gif

Guest-Starring:

Cass_icon.gif and Peter_icon.gif

AS COMA PATIENTS

Summary: Cass and Peter are dead to the world and have no idea that people are visiting them, both for comfort, and talk of revenge. Also with a little healing on the side.

Date It Happened: 26 MAY 2007

Vengeance and Rehabilitation


Beth Israel Hospital, New York

Last night was not one of Lachlan's best, and it's led to a less-than-excellent day. The afternoon is winding into evening, and his hangover is /still/ there. God Almighty, is it ever. Still, he's at Beth Israel hospital sitting in Cass' room. Thanks to Peter, the doctors were astounded that she seemed to come out of surgery so well, but she still has a ways to go yet. It's going to be a long, long while for the two of them. Right now, dressed in a clean shirt and jeans and sporting a pair of dark sunglasses, the Scotsman sits in a chair right next to Cass' bed. He's fast asleep and snoring, one hand draped over hers, and a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of his lip. Blame his condition and position.

—-

A few quiet steps are taken, and a colorful bouquet in a vase as well as a tin of butter cookies are set on Cass's bedside. Elena pauses when she looks at Cass's pale face, and body hooked up with machines. She's got another care package under her arm, but she wants to see how Cass is doing first. She tries not to wake Lachlan, the poor man just looks so exhausted. A quiet exhale is taken, moving up to take the spare blanket draped on the side, and unfolds it so she could put it over Lachlan's body. She's NOT wiping the drool from his face, but she does try to do this without waking him.

—-

Heidi actually came to check on Peter. The first time this happened, she was still in the dark about what caused it,, but now she has a much better idea. Hopefully she'll be able to meet Nathan here later tonight and talk to him about what occured… It's probably the first time she's wanted to really see her husband in awhile. He's probably somewhere nearby, and if not, then he will be.

There someone else here that she wants to stop by and see, though, even if they only met once The reason being is, she saw the painting Peter did, and this is a little too close to that for comfort. The message from Elena mentioned Cass, and after some asking around, she's gotten a room number. Not too may visitors, be quiet, the whole rehearsed dialogue that they're instructed to convey whenever someone's visiting someone as badly injured as Cass is, but Heidi's heard it before. Eventually, she appears at the open door, lifting her hand, about to knock gently on it when she notes that someone in the room besides the patient is asleep. Bypassing the knocking, she steps inside.

—-

Elena is a ninja. Lachlan doesn't wake up. He /does/ stir a bit, causing his snoring to cut off with a loud SRRNKGGKX!, but aside from a little shifting of his weight and turning his head to the other side, the Scotsman is still asleep. Now he has a sizeable patch of wetness near his shirt collar. Soon he'll have one on the other side.

—-

Ew. Hell no. But Elena does touch his forehead gently to take away the aches and pains he might feel upon waking up - at least temporarily. Sensing someone stepping inside the room, she looks over towards…..Heidi Petrelli. The young woman today is dressed in her usual garb: jeans, tank-top, a fitted jacket, and a pair of sneakers. "….Heidi…hi," she says, not really expecting Heidi to be in this room, but it seems just like her to see how Cass is doing, despite having only met her once. When it came to time, Heidi was very generous with hers. She tucks a loose lock of hair behind her ear, speaking quietly as she heads over to where Heidi is standing. Close to the foot of the bed, the young woman also sneaks Cass's chart from the holder in the bottom, and takes a look at today's updates with a furrowed brow.

—-

Given the quietness of the hospital, Heidi startles when Lachlan snorts, blue eyes blinking in his general direction, before looking toward Cass. It really seems impossible that she could be in such bad shape, when she was laughing and walking and otherwise alive when they met just a couple days ago. It doesn't seem /right./ A weak smile is offered to Elena… It's a greeting, and nothing more since there's no cause to be happy in this room at the moment. "I thought I'd see how she was doing," Heidi says, finally looking from Cass to Elena and the chart. Obviously, it's something bad, but the message didn't say /what./ "How is she? What happened?" Are the next quietly-asked questions, as she looks over the chart. Not that Heidi understands any of it, but she can, at least, read.

—-

The chart would tell Heidi that Cass had been shot three times, all in the back, and all through and through. All the bullets hit vital organs, by all rights, the bookstore owner should've died at the scene….but miraculously she wasn't. Heidi might be able to put two-and-two together as of why, considering it was Elena that had called her and told her. The teenager looks over at Heidi concernedly. "She's okay now, thanks to Peter," she tells Heidi quietly. "She was supposed to be under strict observation for 24 hours because…." She gives a glance at Lachlan's sleeping form, so she lowers her voice considerably. "Because the doctors believed she might not survive the night, but…." But Peter handled it. "As for what happened, I don't know….Lachlan wouldn't say. There really wasn't much time and he wasn't in the headspace to explain what did happen." Once she's done reading the chart, and once Heidi is done with it too, she puts it back on the foot of Cass's bed. "How are you? How's….?"

—-

Quiet snoring starts up again from the man in the chair. Lachlan continues to sleep peacefully. Sorta. His facial muscles and fingers start to twitch a bit.

—-

This is why Heidi didn't want to live in New York originally. The crime was way too high for her liking. The idea that she could raise her kid in an environment where they'd have to watch out for kidnappers and gunmen was unacceptable. Though she's gotten used to it, the look on her face says enough - this shouldn't have happened to anyone. Shot three times. How could anyone do that to another human being? "This happened to Peter once before," she says quietly, mostly to herself, recalling the fact that she just asked him to heal her hand a day before and he seemed to think nothing of it. What if he'd died trying to save Cass? Honestly, Heidi would have done the same, but the thought of losing Peter… It's a selfish thought, so she tries to push it aside - at the moment, they will hopefully both pull through.

"Has he eaten anything?" she asks of Lachlan. It seems like an odd question, but something about hospitals makes people not want to eat, and if he's going to stay here with Cass, he's going to need to keep up his strength. Sitting might not seem like the mst tedious thing in the world, but it really is in a place like this. "Me? I'm… worried," is her answer. She doesn't intend to expand on her own personal life at the moment. "The kids want to come see Peter, but I want to make sure he's…" Out of the woods before she exposes Simon and Monty to their uncle. They don't need to see him code. Or die.

—-

"Keeling over after using multiple abilities in one incident? Yeah." Elena watches Lachlan, and she gestures for Heidi to follow her - that way she could move outside of Cass's room and not bother Lachlan too much. She leans against the wall and looks over at Heidi. "From what I could gather scientifically, Peter's case is different. And I know it looks bad, but….I'm actually starting to believe this is his body's way of balancing out his abilities, to protect it. It's like how you contract a fever, and while it looks bad it's really just your body's way of fighting off disease, it's just a consequence of a human body trying to protect itself. Peter's body, I believe, overloads the way it does because it's wired to prevent itself from going over a certain limit…..which might actually kill him if it does."

She looks over at Lachlan. "I don't know…he didn't eat anything the entire time I was in last, but….I'll get him something from the outside. There's a Burger King across the street." She rakes her fingers through her hair. "Um…I haven't actually gone to see Peter yet. Family and girlfriend first, you know?" She seems rather conscientious of boundaries these days. "But I brought these for him." No flowers, Peter was a guy, but she does have another tin of butter cookies with her, and a black-and-white stuffed bunny.

—-

Twitchtwitch. Twitch. Twitch. Mumble. Lachlan's face contorts into a pained grimace, flexing and unflexing, and then his body gives a small jerk and his eyes open behind the dark glasses. Oh. Hello, hospital room. Hello, Cass. Hello … drool. He remains tensed a moment before letting out a quiet sigh and bringing a hand up to rub over his face, wiping away the drool on his chin. "Jesus," he whispers to himself.

—-

"Well, I didn't know that's what happened at the time." She doesn't sound bitter at all, and she isn't, even if it would have been nice if someone had told her why her brother-in-law was in a coma. Following Elena outside Cass' room, she nods as the situation is explained. Again, she's not particularly medically-inclined, but what Elena says does make a lot of sense, considering the fact that she's had two boys with fevers in the past. "Well, I still worry," she notes, looking back into Cass' room for a moment, then back up the hall in the direction she came from Peter's room.

The look Heidi gives Elena isn't disapproving so much as it is concerned. "Elena. You should go see him." Whether or not Elle has yet or not, whether Nathan's been able to sit in there for hours already, that doesn't matter. "There's no… queue for showing people you care." And if anyone tells her differently, Heidi will just backhand them into the middle of next week, because apparently she's really good at that. Besides, bunny should arrive ASAP, because it'll make Peter feel better.

When Lachlan wakes, her attention returns to Cass' room. Poor guy. Maybe she ought to let him wake up a little before she introduces herself.

—-

"I know. They should've told you," Elena says to Heidi softly. "I don't know….your family operates so differently than mine. Papa and I…ever since this entire thing started, we don't hide much from each other anymore. Recently he came clean with my younger brother too. He turns seventeen this year. We haven't told the younger children yet, but…it's more like with your concerns with Simon and Monty than the actual reluctance to tell them." She tries to keep her explanation in layman's terms, this was Heidi, she wants her to understand considering so many things have been kept from her. And Heidi was a friend. She deserves to know the truth, or the truth as far as she understood it.

"I know…I will. I just….don't want to get in the way, really." She looks a little uncomfortable, but she does smile at Heidi. "Besides, I intend to." She pauses. "…I've fixed Peter before," she confesses. "With what I can do. But from what I could detect from him last night, it was….it's pretty bad. Everything's in flux. I don't even know where to begin trying to, but I can. It'll take more than one go but….I'm pretty confident I can at least attempt to get him out of his bind faster." She looks over to the room, when Lachlan stirs.

"Hey Lachlan, did you eat yet?" she asks from the doorway.

—-

Mmnuh? Whoa, there are people. Over there. And what happened to his hangover? Lachlan squints at first Elena, then Heidi, whose face he doesn't recognize. She's pretty. Back to Elena (she's pretty too). "Uh." Jesus, when did he last eat? Megan cooked him something for breakfast … was that the last time he ate? He can't remember if he had anything since. He probably didn't. "Yeah. 'M fine." And a liar.

—-

It's… Well, she isn't angry anymore, so it's water under the bridge. She knows now, and that's the important part, and she's seriously considering telling Simon now, especially with the fact that Peter 'overloads' like this. Even if this is just the second time, it's two times too many, and Simon deserves to know why. Of course, Simon being a child that takes directly after Nathan, he'll need /proof./ That shouldn't be too hard. "It's more me worrying if they're going to feel as if they have to go through this alone," she says quietly. She doesn't want that to happen… Neither does she want them going to school and telling the other kids that they're going to grow up to be SUPERHEROES.

Heidi knows that there's something between Elena and Peter, even if neither of them will admit it. She isn't going to say anything, though. One hand reaches out for Elena's shoulder, and this is the older woman's answer. She can go see him when she's ready, but she should go see him soon.

Too much thinking, not enough answering. And this leads Heidi to believe that Lachlan hasn't eaten and doesn't intend to. She has experience in this kind of situation; she's pretty sure Nathan went at least a day without eating a thing when /she/ was in the hospital. Still, she'll deal with that in a minute. From the doorway, she says, "I'm Heidi. I'm Peter's sister-in-law."

—-

"I….don't think you have to rush it, Heidi," Elena says softly. "Like you said, you have legitimate concerns about it. Still, you're the mother. Only you will know what's best in the end." She gives Heidi a more cheerful smile. "They're great kids, you know? You did them right. I'm pretty damned confident you'll continue doing them right through the rest of their lives." And she means it. Heidi seems to be the sort who would be an active sort of parent, there was nothing passive about her defending her children against someone she didn't trust to babysit them. She knows Heidi has a lot of doubts about her place in the Petrelli family at the moment, but the fact that she was a good mother can't be denied.

At the touch on her shoulder, she gives her another smile, reaching up to squeeze Heidi's gently. "I….whoa. It's gone." She gently extracts the woman's grip away from her shoulder to inspect the hand that SHOULD have the bandage, but it's gone now. The skin seems to have healed…flawlessly. "It…did…?" She can't help it. She's going to be a scientist. She can't help but be fascinated.

She lets go of Heidi's hand when Lachlan answers. "Yeah," she says, gesturing between the two. "Heidi, this is Lachlan Deatley, Cass's boyfriend. Lach, this is Heidi." She already identified just how she was connected to everyone.

—-

While all the talking over at that end of the room is happening, Lachlan gives a cursory glance toward Cass. Still asleep. He frowns a bit, but gives her limp and unresponsive hand a squeeze, then brings it up to kiss the back of it. He's been talking to her a bit, like Peter told him, and it's helped him to view her unconscious self as Cass rather than a vegetable. That's good, at least. Then there are introductions being made and he looks over at the doorway again. "Hey." He gives Heidi a nod in greeting, then grimaces as he rises to his feet, back and shoulders giving audible creaks and pops as he does so. Sleeping upright in a chair: not recommended. He heads over to the side table to pour himself a glass of water from the pitcher there.

—-

Honestly, hearing someone say that - anyone - makes her feel better, even if she's already sure she's raising the kids properly. They're usually well-behaved, as far as she can tell, anyway. "…Thank you. Thank you very much." It's impossible not to smile after a compliment like that… After all, her kids probably mean more to her than anything, so hearing that they're great kids is, well. Great.

When Elena takes her hand, she blinks, then understands. "Yeah, I was kind of surprised, too. I — " She has to look around to make sure no one's overhearing. " — Asked Peter if he'd… It only took a second. Just like after, when I was kidnapped." This isn't the first time Elena's seen this happen.

…Right?

Again, she has to think - poor guy. Girlfriend unconscious and badly hurt, no one who can do anything about it. This is where they play the waiting game and hope that she comes out of this all right. "Well, at least you're drinking. I can head down to the cafeteria, get you guys something if you want. You can stay here."

—-

It isn't - but seeing it happen is always new to Elena, having spent the major part of her spare time these days studying anomalistic abilities. She nods to Heidi, when she lowers her voice. "He's getting really good at it," she observes - something to tell Cass later, then maybe she can move him onto other things in his training. She wonders if she ought to tell Heidi about that, unless Peter's already told her. She's putting in faith that the man has however.

When Heidi offers to get them all something, Elena shakes her head, and reaches out to touch Heidi gently on the shoulder. "It's okay, Heidi, I'll get it. Both of you have ….patients to look after in this floor," she tells Heidi simply. "I mean, a doctor might want to talk to either of you and there's no one else here. I'll go get it." And she won't accept any word otherwise. She takes a step back, and turns so she could head over to the cafeteria, stopping in Peter's room to deposit the tin and the bunny. And then she'll go to the cafeteria.

—-

Lachlan can't respond at first. He's got a mouthful of water to contend with. Heidi's offer cuts his drink short, however, and he shakes his head as he swallows the last of the liquid. "'M fine, really," he insists. "'M no' really tha' hungry." And then Elena sets off anyway, and the Scotsman just shakes his head. /Women/. There's no telling them /anything/. He sets the cup back down on the side table near Cass' bed and casts another glance at her face. Still out. One hand comes up to rub at his stubbled jaw and the back of his neck, the frown returning to his lips. Focus on something else, man. "So. Yer married ta Peter's brother?" The one that was asleep on the floor with Cass? The one with the marital troubles?

—-

As Elena heads off on Heidi's mission, the blue-eyed woman sighs a bit, heading into the room so she can lean against the wall near the fot of Cass' bed. "I just met her a couple days ago," she explains to Lachlan, which is why she's here. Smiling as Lachlan states the obvious, she just nods; being Peter's sister-in-law would kind of hint to the fact that she's married to Peter's brother, but she's not going to call the poor guy on it. "Trust me, you should at least eat a little bit. Keep the headaches away. I've been through a few hospital stays." Both as a visitor and as a patient. So, anyway… "Cass… seems like a great person."

—-

Met her a couple days ago and Heidi decided to drop on by anyway? That's a bit weird. But then not really. This /is/ Cass. She's all kinds of fantastic, and everyone must love her (except that mugger, who must die). The Scotsman crosses his arms over his chest, obviously still waking up from his stint in the chair. "Yeah," he utters, flicking his gaze to Cass again, "she is." Real conversational, this one. Lachlan pauses a moment before looking to Heidi once again. "So, uh. How's he doin'? Yer husband." Last time he saw Nathan, the politician was staggering out after being punched a couple times. Now who would want to do something like that?

—-

It's not weird! Heidi's brother is here, and Heidi knows Elena, who knows Cass, and… It's not weird. Lachlan's weird. At least she doesn't mind the fact that Lachlan isn't particularly talkative; quiet is just as good as conversation, especially with where they are. Continuing to lean on the wall in front of Cass' bed, she's silent for a while, listening to the nurses outside, a brief announcement on the PA calling Doctor Monica Quartermaine to ICU, et cetera. "You know Nathan?" she asks Lachlan, but she doesn't seem particularly surprised. After all, almost everyone knows Nathan, given that he's in the papers lately. "He's doing all right. Been busy." And… She hasn't been really talking to him, but there's no need to share things with a complete stranger. Of course, Lachlan knows… It seems everyone does, dammit.

—-

The only reason Lachlan knows is because he /caught Nathan sleeping on the floor with Cass/. And Nathan /drank his scotch/. Heidi's husband is a stupid fat meanieface who deserves to get gut-punched. The Scot nods a bit at that. "Yeah, could say tha'," he grunts a bit dryly, but he doesn't elaborate. Cass already chewed him out for overreacting, and it probably wouldn't be doing any favors if he told Heidi all about the sordid details — how Nathan's arm was around Cass' waist, how they were on the floor, how they were /fully clothed/. God, how does he live with himself? (Lots of booze.) "An' how's Peter?" A nice change of subject.

—-

At this point, it's probably a /really good idea/ that Heidi doesn't know. Because even if it was completely harmless, the blue-eyed woman is in no state of mind to deal with Nathan sleeping (fully clothed) next to another woman. Because she'd either run out of the room in tears or stuff a pillow over Cass' face. (Hint: it'd be the former. Because then she could go find Nathan and stuff a pillow over his face.) Anyway, she gets the feeling that Lachlan doesn't particularly like Nathan, so it's probably good to change the subject. Peter's a safe topic. "Well, doing all right, as far as I can tell. He's… I don't know if there's any way to really say, because I don't think this happens to a lot of people." Heidi frowns, taking a few steps forward to look at the monitors. They mean something… Maybe she ought to pick up a couple medical texts. "I'm sure he'll be okay."

—-

Last night Jack closed at the Den. As such, he wasn't awake to receive Elena's message concerning Cass until about seven minutes ago and it shows. His hair is askew, he's at least twice as unshaven as usual, and he's wearing an ill-fitting pair of jeans that are slightly too short, leaving one red cotton sock and one grey woolen one exposed. His white button-down shirt has an old coffee stain on one sleeve, is untucked, and the buttons are out of alignment. He's limping when he pushes through the double doors to the ICU, but by moving with a peculiar hopstep, he manages to keep it from slowing him down. Now that he's nearing his objective, he reaches out and snags a passing nurse who's holding a hefty clipboard. "Aldric. Where?" Though it's unintentional, his voice is a low and grating, his brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed. Mean Scary Face.

Appropriately disconcerted, the nurse points to a door that isn't very far away. "But there are already—"

Too late, Jack is on the move again, leaving the rattled nurse to clutch at her clipboard and wonder why the hell Grizzly Adams is attacking the hospital. When he reaches the door, he raps at it lightly. You always knock /really/ gently at a hospital, even if the person on the other side is already dead.

—-

Unaware that Grizzly Adams has invaded the hospital, Elena arrives back into the ICU, with a couple of roastbeef sandwiches in hand and a bag with a few soda cans in it. They are assorted, as she doesn't know what everyone else likes. There's Pepsi, orange soda, 7-Up…. she walks back inside Cass's room, and deposits the sandwiches next to the bouquet of flowers and the tin of butter cookies that she had left at Cass's bedside earlier. She manages to give Lachlan a smile, who looks fully awake, and Heidi when she returns. She picks up a can of orange soda for herself. "I didn't know what everyone else wanted so…." But she's got dibs on the Fanta! So she takes that one up, and takes a quiet sip. What did she miss?

—-

"Tha's good." Lachlan's glad to hear it. "He, uh. Did a good thing fer Cass. Helpin' 'er like tha'." Heidi probably already knows, but oh well. This is the Scot's odd way of saying thanks, even if it's not to Peter. These sorts of things are a bit hard for Lachlan to say, right up there with "I'm sorry", "I love you", and "I need directions".

Elena returns, and Lachlan doesn't see much of a need to really eat. Really, he's not hungry. Well … maybe one sandwich. And maybe a soda. He doesn't care what kind; Lachlan doesn't particularly like soda one way or the other. It's all the same to him. "Thanks," he grunts at Elena — and then there's a knock at the door and he blinks. What's this? Party in Cass' room? "S'open." It's said quietly enough, but loud enough to be heard by the Irishman on the other side. With his sandwich and soda in-hand, Lachlan returns to his seat next to Cass' bed.

—-

Someone else she doesn't know! Then again, Heidi should expect this at a hospital, visiting someone she's only met once, and briefly. Blue eyes turn to Jack as he knocks on the door. The man doesn't look so great; looks like he just got hit by a bus, in fact, complete with the limp… Heidi's almost tempted to ask him if /he/ needs a doctor, rather than if he's come to visit. Scary gruff man is scary, so Heidi will just go back to looking at the monitors next to the bed, trying to figure out where the alphabet waves are. QRS? TUV? WXYZ? She can't remember at the moment. Alphabet waves will have to do.

When Elena returns, Heidi's attention turns from the monitors. She looks over her shoulder, to Cass, then at the offered Soda. The Pepsi will do, and keep her awake for another few hours as she waits for Nathan to get to the hospital.

At least Lachlan's going to eat, which makes Heidi feel a little better. "Thanks, Elena," she says, taking her stand against the wall again. She isn't going to stay too much longer… Like Elena, she doesn't quite feel right being hre before family, but she will at least stay for a few more minutes. As for Peter… Heidi just smiles. It's why people like him so much. It's why he's going to kill himself one day. And… She's kind of afraid for him.

—-

When he gets the go ahead to enter, Jackie Adams quietly slips through the door. Then, without a word, he crosses the room to stand next to Cass's bed. He doesn't look at anyone else in the room. He doesn't talk to anyone. He just stands there, staring. Then a low groan starts somewhere in his belly, picks up a sickly tone somewhere in his throat, and then escapes from between his teeth.

—-

"Hi Nuncle," Elena greets, pecking Jack gently on the cheek when he enters in. "Nuncle, this is Heidi, Peter's sister-in-law. Heidi, this is Jack Derex. He runs the Den of Iniquity in Brooklyn." She also looks at Jack worriedly, because he looks so scraggly. But she's glad to see him, and if she's calling him nuncle, Heidi would at least get the implication that the other one was definitely not a stranger, and not only that, but the older man and the teenager are actually close. She looks over at Heidi and gives her a small smile, and she also eyes the two men. "I guess I can….go visit Peter," she says. "He's just down the hall."

She glances down at her hands, and she cracks her knuckles. She'll see if she can get him out of his coma faster.

—-

The entrance of Jack is a bit surprising, due to the Irishman's bedraggled state, but Lachlan has seen (and been) worse. He continues to chew his sandwich, saying nothing for now, even at the other man's groan. What can one say to that? The Scotsman isn't much of the comforting type — at least not where other men are concerned. That's just /weird/, comforting other guys in times like this. And he really doesn't know what he'd say anyway.

—-

Given the fact that Heidi's starting to feel just a little bit like she's intruding, she's just thinking about heading back to Peter's room when Elena mentions that she's going to go there. Before she leaves, she offers a nod to Jack, though… With a frown, she decides against saying anything, leaving the man to grieve over the bad injury that Cass has received. Pushing off the wall, offering a half-smile to Lachlan, she steps out of the room to wait for Elena.

—-

Coming in to this mess late, Jack is the least informed. All he really knows is that people are hurt. People he likes. Eyes still locked on Cass's unmoving form, he wraps Elena up in an absent, one-armed hug. "Man," he whispers to no one in particular. "It's real. It really happened." His shoulders slump and he lets out a long sigh. Then, finally, he tears his eyes off of WoundedCass and limps over to Lachlan's side. Heidi gets a brief wave, but right now the Irishman has bigger things on his mind than a how do you do. Reaching up, he grips the large Scotsman's shoulder and gives a brief, manly squeeze. No words are exchanged, because that would just be gay. Only a touch, proving that the Petrelli brothers don't have the Man Touch monopolized just yet. Then he withdraws, pulls a silver flask from his back pocket, and offers it over to his friend. With a barrier of air between them, it's now safe to speak. "Glen Moray."

—-

When Heidi waits for Elena, the girl herself takes a step out with Heidi and she gives her a small smile. Sliding her hands in her pockets, she starts walking towards Peter's room, giving the older woman a sideglance. "I figured Jack and Lachlan would want to talk. They'd deny it, but…they're actually pretty good friends," she confides in the Petrelli woman quietly. She pauses at Peter's doorway, and lingers a bit, schooling her face seeing the younger Petrelli brother there, all pale and hooked up with machines. She's getting better at that, putting on the mask over the usually expressive face. She exhales a breath. "He doesn't look as bad as he could have been," she says simply, and takes a step forward inside the other room.

—-

She spent some time with Peter already, though it's still hard to see anyone like this, lying silently in a coma, warm to the touch. She steps into the room after Elena, noting the flowers and things that have already been bought for him. Manly flowers, really. Even though Heidi brought him a few roses, they can be manly, too. Heading over to where Peter's lying, she touches his forehead. Still hot; she wishes the fever would break. "Hey, Piglet, I'm back," she says with a smile, hand moving down to his to give it a squeeze. No response, but that's expected. Eyes turn to Elena, and the smile fades a little, though not entirely. Heidi herself wants to cry, but - as callous as it sounds to say - she's so numb thanks the the past week that she's not sure she could cry if she wanted to. This isn't fair. "You can help him?" she asks the other woman.

—-

Glen Moray is a much better drink than 7-Up. And it even goes with roast beef sandwiches. Lachlan accepts the flask with a grateful nod of his head. "Thanks." Hair of the dog that bit him and what-not. He takes a generous swig before passing it back. This is how men do it: booze and minimal talking-touching-girly stuff. Yeah. His eyes go to Cass, to whom he gives a nod. "She's better'n she was last nigh'. They, uh. They dinna think she was gonna make it fer a bit there."

—-

"Yeah. Elena left me a message on my walkin' around phone. Told me what happened," Jack replies. He fidgets for a moment, shifting weight to relieve pressure on his bad leg. He's watching Cass, too. It's funny how people always look small in a hospital bed. Fragile. He blinks and shakes his head. "So," he continues. "We gonna pour /boxes/ of bullets into the bastard that did this, or what?"

—-

She had already dropped the butter cookies tin and the black-and-white bunny plush on Peter's bedside before heading for the cafeteria, so it's there amidst the flowers and tokens of affection already in the younger Petrelli's room. Elena hesitates, then moves forward to Peter's bedside, and looks over at Heidi. "I….usually when he gets like this, I can fix him to the point that his fever breaks the next day," Elena says, looking over at the comatose Petrelli. "But when I first tried to detect his imbalances last night…it was…it's too much for me to fix in one go. I can speed things up, but I can't wake him up like I usually can." She eases down to sit on the side of Peter's bed. "I wish I could." Her expression is serious, and then she looks at Heidi. "I do intend to visit him and Cass every day so….it'll be like recurring treatments. If I did every day maybe I can bring him out of this faster." But…the strain. She won't talk about it though, she looks determined to do it.

—-

She decides to take a seat near the bed, pulling the chair closer so she can keep her hand on Peter's. "I wish I could do something, too," she says. This? Not fair. Especially when everyone else in the /whole world/ seems to be able to help, and she can't. His skin is so hot to the touch; somehow his face is managing to be flushed and pale at the same time.

Logically, if overusing his abilities has put Peter in a state like this, it must hold true for other people, as well. "Just don't overexert yourself," she cautions Elena, giving Peter's hand a squeeze before leaning back in the chair. She pushes her hand through her hair, eyes closing. Why is everything falling apart? Aren't bad things only supposed to come in threes? Aren't they at like /eight/ now? "I need to talk to Nathan… see if we're going to bring the boys by. They…" She doesn't want to shelter them from everything, as much as she wants to. "I think they'll be able to understand. I just hope it's not too much for them."

—-

Boxes. Barrels. Truckloads. Nah. Lachlan's idea of vengeance is much less to do with shooting and more to do with full-blown torture. /Then/ shooting. In painful places that don't kill immediately. Then disposing of the body in ways that wouldn't be detected. But yeah, he'll go along with that idea. He nods, letting out another low grunt, dry, bitter, and affirmative. "A'ready know how ta track 'im down. Bonnie's got the scent." And with Lachlan at the other end of the leash, the mugger doesn't stand a chance of escape.

—-

This pleases Jack. He smiles for the first time since walking into the room, but there's no humor in the expression. It's fierce, and angry. He takes a slug from the flask he brough for Lachlan, then solemnly offers the liquor back to the other man. "Good. Seriously, can I tag along?" It's an honest question. He doesn't want to get in the way. "I have guns," he offers hopefully.

—-

"You are doing something, Heidi," Elena says, looking over at the blue-eyed woman, right into those Christmas-lights irises of hers. "I'm not a big….expert on Peter," she explains simply. Which by all rights is true, she's just starting to get to know him. It's only been a few months since they've met. "But I doubt he actually wanted this to ever happen to him. I think some part of him wants…some semblance of normalcy. I think after everything else that's what he needs, and you give him that. You and Simon and Monty…" She glances down at Peter's comatose form. "He loves his family. Very much. I think without you guys he wouldn't be so determined to….do what he does. Help people. Save the world. Things like that. You guys keep him grounded. So you see, you and your boys probably do more than all of us combined. Even heroes deserve to be happy, even if they're predisposed to tragedy."

She pauses, and reaches out to cup Peter's cheek with her fingers. She can't help but feel her eyebrow twitch, a wince evident on her mouth. "His fever's so high…" she mutters under her breath. It was so hot it was almost scalding. She wouldn't be surprised if she came away with burns. But then she closes her eyes, and eases into it, before she's carried away.

—-

He said something about wanting a cure. No, that wasn't is… Something like… He went somewhere so that they (whoever 'they' is) could try to fix him. Take away his abilities. She can almost understand that now, with the young man lying in bed, unable to wake, to care for himself, or to tell his family that he's okay. "He wears his heart on his sleeve," Heidi says. That's not to say there's not a lot to him, because he does have certain traits that he only shows to the people who know him very well, but he's not a secretive person - with Peter, what you see is what you get. And while Heidi won't say it, she's sure Elena knows him better than some, if she can make him smile like he was in the video.

But… normalcy. If it wasn't this, it'd be something else, she's sure. "Keeping him grounded isn't helping right now." Reaching forward, she leans her elbows on the bed, rests her hands on her arms, and sets her hand atop Peter's again.

She watches as Elena touches his cheek. She can't feel or sense what she's doing, except that she knows she's trying to help, and at least that's something. "C'mon, Pete," she says, hoping that this will somehow be enough, that he'll snap out of it, and by the time Nathan gets here, he'll be okay.

—-

Maybe she is unaware of it. Elena was a busy girl, it didn't help that coincidence tended to throw her in larger-than-life situations in where she's been adapting or trying to adapt with some grace. To Heidi's comment about him wearing his heart in his sleeve, she doesn't respond to it - either she doesn't want to comment about it, or she doesn't hear her. She IS pretty busy, and a bead of sweat slides down her temple. Her eyebrow twitches, just a touch, concentrating on what she's doing. When she mentioned it was bad, she certainly wasn't kidding. It was bad enough that she can't do this in one shot. She can't. Unless she wants to hurt herself, and that's the LAST thing anyone needs.

But if she didn't hear the first comment, she hears the other one. "We'll call him a group effort," she says, quirking a small smile despite her closed eyes and 90 percent of her efforts going onto something else. It is long, and continuous - at least her stamina for this sort of thing is good considering the level of her willpower. ALL of Ramon's progeny are quite stubborn. But she could feel it. The tingle, spreading into the front parts of her brain. And then? It starts to burn.

"Ngh…" Her body hunches over, hanging on as much as she can. But a crimson drop or two lands on the clean sheet. It was time to stop. She withdraws, lifting a hand and turning away to hide her nosebleed. His fever drops - at least it's not too high anymore.

—-

Another swig from the flask sets Lachlan even more to rights. Glen Moray makes things better. "Dunno. Mebbe." The Scotsman has a gun, too. It's an unregistered firearm, so that's double the protection. And he's pretty sure he knicked the guy earlier in the alley. "'M no' goin' after 'im 'til she wakes up." That's something he wants to be here for.

—-

"Okay." Jack can understand that. He's maybe not as close to Trina as Lachlan is to Cass, but he knows he wouldn't leave his pretty motorhead's side for anything. "You need anything in here? More scotch? Something to read? I've got a stack of Penthouse this high," he holds his hand at waist level. "Back at home."

—-

As Elena heals Peter, Heidi clings to his hand. It's imperceptible at first, but it's not long before she feels the heat coming from him start to diminish, even if it's just a little. Her eyes narrow as she sits up, hand wrapping gently around Peter's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. C'mon, Elena, you can do it, she thinks. Even if it's just a diminished fever, though, that's something. That's enough. It makes Heidi feel a lot better just knowing that.

When the other girl slumps, though, Heidi's thoughts are with her instead of Peter. "Elena?" she asks, standing, coming around the bed to take Elena's shoulders. Blue eyes zero in on the blood on the sheets, even if Elena's trying to hide it. "Hey— " she says, fishing in her purse for a pack of kleenex. She always has one because Simon and Monty deside to snot in the wierdest places. Because they're pre-teen and /boys./ "Hey, here," she says, opening the pack, offering a couple to Elena. She appreciates the effort, really, but… Why does everyone have to get hurt just to help someone else? Why is this fair? After handing over the tissues, she heads to the bathroom inside the hospital room to get a Dixie cup full of water, holding it out. "I told you not to over-exert yourself."

—-

… something to /read/? Had Jack not supplemented that statement with Penthouse, Lachlan would've wondered how much of the scotch the Irishman had consumed. Lachlan doesn't /read/ for recreational purposes. What the hell, man. What the /hell/. But he kinda can't have nudie magazines in the same room as Cass, because then she'll wake up and catch him with them — and … it … would really not help the fact that his girlfriend is laid up in a hospital bed and largely inaccessible to him in many, many ways. If he's going to survive recovery without popping something, he has to be very careful. "Wouldna mind a bit o' scotch," he says. "Dunno how much the nurses would like it, though."

—-

"Thanks…" Elena's head feels like it's on fire, but it's nothing she can't use a couple of aspirin on. She takes the kleenex and rubs it on her nose to remove the blood. "…oh this isn't…doing this sort of work it's almost normal that this happens, especially if it's continuous. It can get much worse than this, but I'm trying not to…go as bad as it's happened before." No she's not going to tell Heidi it was during her rescue event. "Believe me, if I overexerted myself, you'd know." She looks over at Heidi, falling quiet for a few more moments, and she gives her a quiet smile. "You're a good person, Heidi. I hope the people in your life tell you that often."

She hopes after the entire Mara incident, Nathan knows what he's got.

She looks over at Peter again, and reaches out to press a palm on his forehead. It seems like the fever's gone down at least, and she can't help but look relieved. "I wish I could do more," she tells Heidi. "But….at the same time I don't want him to be too dependent on what I can do either. He needs to learn on his own. I…can't be there all the time. I'm not family."

—-

Jack lifts both eyebrows, then shrugs. "Well, isn't that just bloody altruistic of you?" he queries mildly, gently teasing the other man. "I'll round up a couple of bottles to get you started. For now, hold on to this." He caps the silver flask that he never leaves home without and hands it over. "I'll pick it up later." He cuffs Lachlan on the shoulder encouragingly, then turns to leave.

—-

But this is Jack's Flask. This is the flask that he's never without. It's the one he shared with Lachlan when Padfoot died. It's a nice gesture, and Lachlan examines it for a bit before giving a crooked smile and a nod. "Thank ye. Take care o' yerself." And then the Scotsman settles back into his vigilance, finishing off his sandwich in little time. He'll be here when Cass wakes up.

—-

Heidi still doesn't have to like it when Elena's nose starts bleeding. Even if this is normal, no one should work themselves to a point where they're in pain, which is a little hypocritical for Heidi to say, but this isn't /her/ doing the work. It's someone else, and… It's just not okay, this is her reasoning and she's sticking to it.

She shakes her head, reaching to feel Elena's forehead to make sure she doesn't also have a fever now, or she /will/ call a doctor. The last thing she needs is for /her/ to end up in the hospital, too. As it is, despite the fact that she's a 'good person,' it's not uncommon for her to feel as if she should be falling apart, but when is there any time for that anymore? Take things in stride, help others when you can— "No, I'm doing what anyone would do."

She looks back to Peter, then to Elena. "Thank you," she says, "for what you did. And now Peter would want you to get a little rest. C'mon, we'll go down to the lobby and we'll call a cab. We'll get you home." They can check on Cass before they go, sure, but Elena needs a break, and if she wants to come back after a nap or something, she can. Maybe this is being too motherly; Heidi doesn't care, though. She'd do the same for any friend.

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