Mohinder was the vision of a fallen angel, splayed out on his apartment's floorboards. He clutched the knife that was protruding from his chest with a limp hand. Remnants of self inflicted wounds gracing his dark arms, illuminated in a ghostly pale pink where the tissue just refused to knit together again.
They were the result of too many nights crying himself to sleep, clawing at his own skin. He couldn't escape, though. He had learned through the seemingly endless years that however much you run, reality will always resurface and take away what matters most.
Unfortunately, Sylar was his reality check. Four years ago, in this very room, little Molly Walker was killed. That monster had broken into doctor's apartment and mercilessly stolen the girl's ability. He took great pleasure in making Mohinder watch his adoptive daughter's demise. From that time on, the insanity that overtook him was incredible.
The parasite stepped into the room where Mohinder rested, his life draining away. Sylar wouldn't have this. He dove onto the doctor's body and removed the knife, his eyes wide with fear. "Not again," He whispered, frantically wrapping bandages around the weakening man.
Sylar claimed to have reformed when he came to Mohinder two years ago. He said that he felt remorse for his actions, and begged for forgiveness. Though the man he knew as Doctor Suresh was gone. He was mad now, in every aspect of the word. He was dead-set on torturing himself in an effort to stop his pain, and at times he would project his anger onto anyone that got too close.
The ex-murderer knew that his efforts to keep Mohinder safe were futile, but he couldn't stop himself from trying to salvage what was left of this empty, god-forsaken man. This was the only way Sylar could live with himself. He had to cling to Mohinder, the one person he had ever had any sort of relationship with.
The man who was Doctor Suresh grabbed Sylar's forearms weakly, seeming extremely sane for a moment.
"Let me die," He whispered, only to be met with a stifled sob from the other man.
"I'm sorry Mohinder. I can't."