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Mohinder left soon after delivering the fatal blow to Nathans' mentality. Nikki stayed around though, sitting in silence for a couple of minutes before breaking the ice.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered, putting her hand on his. He looked over to her and furrowed his eyebrows.

"For what?" He asked.

"For stabbing you...For killing you..." She whimpered, fresh tears running down a worn track. Nathan pulled from her grasp and placed a hand on her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"You weren't in control. It's not your fault." He replied with a reassuring voice.

"But it was..." She continued on. "So many have died because of my power..." She said quietly. Nathan let his hand drop, she was as stubborn as he. This was going to be a long arguement, on who was to blame.

"I should have stabbed myself..." She pulled her own hand up to wipe away her tears.

"Then you'd be here instead of me..." Nathan started. "Don't meddle on what you should have done. Thats going to do no one any good." He finished.

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After a couple hours of talking with Nikki, she returned to her own room, leaving him to his thoughts. He tried to sleep, but found it was impossible. He ended up spending the night staring at the ceiling, off into space.

He was so lost in thought he didn't even notice his chest started to tighten on itself, his throat constricting as though he was having an asthma attack. By the time he noticed, no one was around to help, and he was too tired to go hunt for it. He sat there gasping for breathe, wheezing painfully, praying someone would come in that door way anytime now and noticed he needed help.

Twenty minutes passed with no vail. He arched his neck back straight, and gasped for the seemingly vanishing oxygen in the room.

Finally Nikki came through the door. He heard her voice shouting into the hall for help. Tears rolled down the side of his face in agony and relief at the same time. Nathan felt the soft touch of her hand on his hand, causing him to arch his head towards her, still wheezing painfully.

She placed her remaining hand on his cheek to keep his focus on her. "Just try and take deep breaths.." She offered her advice. He tried, but it only caused more pain.

"What's wrong?" He heard Mohinder from the door. In an instant he saw the young geneticist come into view, his face filled with concern and empathy.

Within the next second he felt a prick in his arm, and following that it was like the pressure was lifted from his chest. The pain leveled off and declined, and it was much easier to breath. Though the whole thing left him winded and even more exhausted then before.

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It was mid-morning before Nathan saw Matt stopped in with a wheelchair. Nathan stared at him in an 'you gotta be kidding me' look.

"It's the only way Bob would let me escort you." He apologized wheeling the chair up to his bed. On closer expection there was an oxygen tank latched onto the back. Nathan snorted in humility.

"I can breath fine on my own." He huffed. He was better then before, but not breathing normally yet, a half wheeze, half breath sort of, but he didn't complain about it hurting. Probably because Mohinder shot him up with a small dosage of morphine.

Matt went to help him from the bed, but Nathan pushed his hand away, wanting to maintain some dignity, whatever he had left. He slide smoothly into the chair when Matt slipped the loop of tube around Nathans' head to put in his nose.

Nikki returned as they were leaving, a questioning look on her face. "Where are you two going?" She asked.

"We're going to see my mother...To get the truth." Nathan answered, Matt nodded in agreement.

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Matt wheeled Nathan down the hallway of the police station, stopping just short of entering the holding room where Angela Petrelli was. Nathan practically demanded that he pulled himself into the room, after Matt of course. And the detective respected his wishes, entering first.

"How long are you going to keep doing this to me, Detective?" He heard his mother ask in a half irritated and half amused voice. She obviously didn't see her son behind Matt.

"This isn't for me this time." Matt said moving further into the room, allowing Nathan to pull himself in. Working a wheelchair with his arms was something he had never done before, but appeared efficient enough. He though had a new admiration for Heidi, who had to endure a wheel chair for 6 months, and did it like a professional.

"Nathan..." Angela for once showed a clear expression, a horrified one. Her hand went to cover her mouth, as she gasped at the sight of him. He was half hunched over in the chair, looking as though pushing him forward was exerting all his effort into it. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin tone was a notch down from what it was the day before. He was still wearing the same clothing from the day before, which was crinkled, because he slept in them. His hair was loosely pulled back, but still looked relatively disessembled.

"What happened to you?" She asked. He could see she wanted to move from her chair, but her ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair, keeping her sitting. He didn't answer at first, pulling himself to the table and putting the break on the chair. He was panting, though he was trying to act normal. Mentally he admited to himself that the oxygen tank was useful.

"I'm sick, Ma." He answered breathelessly. Her eyes furrowed in confusion. "I got injected with that virus you and the eleven others tried to pawn off as a cure, but it went deadly wrong...didn't it?" He revealed he knew more then she thought he did.

"We locked it up...how?" She asked, just watching him closely. He eyed her up, if looks could kill, she would have dropped dead.

"The orgnization...you and dad belonged too... why didn't you destroy it? The virus doesn't have a cure...why keep it around, its only a danger to everyone." He gasped for air, not having the strength to continue with it at the moment.