Who: Peter Petrelli What: Last respects Where: Charlie's room; Hyperion Hotel When: Shortly after Charlie's death Status: narrative ; closed Notes: as hinted here, Peter has been tending to all the dead in the Hyperion.
Another death. Another ally. Another friend.
Peter had moved Sarah to his own room, shortly after Charlie's death. She couldn't have stayed in the room anymore after that. The girl, Jaenelle, moved the healing webs there as well, to ensure that Sarah's treatment would continue.
Once Sarah had been settled and seemed to be resting again, Peter had returned to the room. With him was a basin of warm water, a few towels, and a sponge. He worked slowly, with the same gentle care he had given the others. Charlie had no wounds to clean and sew, but he washed her just the same, his touch impersonal and professional. He'd been a hospice nurse before he was a vigilante, a superhero, a terrorist, a renegade, and a Champion. Some things, the important things, you never forgot. Respect. Honor. He cleaned and brushed her hair as well, knowing the way Hiro had always loved her hair.
When she was clean, he dressed her, selecting the red dress that she had worn on her last dinner date with Hiro. He used telekinesis to keep her off the bed while he changed the sheets, finally lowering her back on the bed, onto a clean white sheet. This he used to wrap her, using careful folds to keep it snug. From her torso up, he left the sheet open so that she could be seen by those who wanted to pay their respects. Her hands were clasped over her chest, where a brightly colored origami crane was resting on her fingers.
When he was done, Peter stepped back, hands clasped in front of him, and stood for a moment at the foot of her bed. His thoughts, prayers, and memories were private, only for him, and for the figure in the bed in front of him that would not hear them. When he was finished, Peter left, shutting the door behind him and waving a hand to lock it from the inside and ensure her privacy.