Who: Peter Petrelli (future), Claire Bennet (future), Claire Bennet, Elizabeth Braddock
What: Saving Peter
When: Sunday evening
Where: Middle of the street where he and Willow had fought.
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD
For too many days and hours to count, there was only pain. Pain when he woke, pain when he slept, pain in the small places in between. It didn't take a genius to conclude that his body had been crushed; Peter had been well aware during the breaking. It hadn't been the most terrible in his life, but it had been a close thing.
The worst part of the ordeal, really, was the loss of his healing ability. The woman's magic had disrupted his ability to regenerate. Peter had been able to regenerate from any wound since the age of twenty-six. The sudden
inability to do so was alarming and frightening.
At the same time, it was invigorating. He hadn't been killed, even with the slowed healing rate.
Not permanently, at least.
( Asphyxiation was one of his least favorite methods of death. )[not quite home yet, but headed there tomorrow. Ought to be home in about 38 hours. Claire-mun(s), as well as any psychics/telepaths, feel free to reply. Mobile internet is a wonderful thing, so I can make limited replies. Until then, love from Honolulu!