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He's doing better. No, really.

For a guy who was pounded against the rocks on the lake and most of his bones shattered, Hiro Nakamura looks pretty good. He's not dead, for one thing -- well, deader then he was before hit the rocks, which was pretty deceased, let me tell you -- but he is starting to look less like a black and blue lump of former otaku and more like, well, Hiro Nakamura with a Soul Patch.

He woken up hungry, even. Not very novel, but when you're dead, you sort of wonder things about your body, like Why do I feel hungry? Either way, the call button was pressed.

Nobody said it was gonna be a real nurse, though.

Not really.

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Peter's got a cup of coffee in one hand, and he's moving slow to keep from spilling it. It winds up on the table by the door; Peter winds up next to Hiro's bed. "Hiro," he says, scanning for signs of trouble. "How you doing?"

"Well enough, being dead and all," is the dry reply from the once-chubby-and-perpetually-cheerful otaku. "How about you? Busy replacing your blood with java?"

"Uh huh," he says amiably, and hooks his foot around the nearest chair to pull it closer. "Works a lot better than just pouring your blood all over the lakeside. Was it you that pushed the button?"

"Yes," he says. "And my blood isn't really doing anything, so why not fertilize the wetlands?"

It's not like it's genuinely keeping him alive, anymore.

"I wonder if this is what Claire felt like, only -- it takes a lot longer."

"It's a little different," Peter says, folding one leg under him like a kid as he settles into the chair. "Kind of itchier."

He rests his elbows on the arms of the chair and leans forward. "Did you need something, or you just want company?"

"Food?" Hiro suggests with an arch of his brows. "An an explanation of why I'm hungry despite the fact I'm dead."

HE's pretty sure Peter can only supply the former, not the latter.

"What kind of food?" says Peter. He will be your waiter for this evening. "And dead or not, you're still using up energy, just existing."

He's totally making that up, but it sounds a lot better than the other options, which are (a) launch a Mohinder voiceover, or (b) mention something about hair and toenails still growing.

Probably for the best that Peter keeps it simple; a Mohinder voice over would just bewilder Hiro.

"Food. What goes in my mouth?" Hiro replies again; this one is much snarkier then the other. Maybe he's making up for the lack of Ando to play the straight man.

Maybe he's just a dick, though.

A Mohinder voiceover would baffle anyone.

Peter just shakes his head patiently. "So you don't care what? No complaining if I bring you broccoli soup."

It's too bad he's not up to solo telepathy yet.

"Soup actually sounds great, but I'd prefer not to have it be broccoli," Hiro replies, his brows arching. So, there. Now you have half an answer. "How about vegtable beef?"

"Coming right up."

A few minutes later he's back, food (and water, and a pot of green tea, courtesy Bar) on a freestanding tray. Once the tray's standing steady Peter backtracks to grab his coffee -- now there's somewhere to put it.

Yay, food! Yay, Sitting up to eat! Yay! in general. Hiro is surprised at his own appetite, because before Peter is back with that coffee the soup is half gone.

"So has he been back in bar?"

THere can only be one He in this equation, and it's not Nathan Petrelli.

Peter blinks at the amazing disappearing soup.

This distraction may be why his answer is: "What?"

"Sylar."

He looks down.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him."

Chances are good that if he had seen Sylar, he wouldn't be here right now.

Good point.

"Probably for the best." He pauses, and then says, rather matter of factly: "He's going to try and kill me. The other me."

Since, y' know, the other Hiro Nakamura is so very good at taking care of himself.

"The other you?"

Peter...hasn't actually ever met that one.

"The one from your time line," Hiro clarifies.

"You think Sylar's gonna try to kill him? Back in --" He waves a hand, realizes that this is not adequate communication, and adds, "Outside of here?"

"Said he was going to see if it'd make me disappear. He doesn't realize that the time stream doesn't work quite like that, but..."

Well, he's not a geek.

"But the other you'd still be dead." Peter sits back, frowning. "Does -- do you -- does he know? That Sylar wants to kill..."

He waves a hand awkwardly. "...you?"

"Not unless someone's warned him. I've been kind of laid up, Peter."

Maybe that ought to be remedied.

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