Starryaquarius: Thanks for the suggestion, I am actually amazed I didn't think of that myself, such simple fitting title. Genius. I shall take it. XD gives her a plate of cookies in thanks

Miss GoodManners: I knew Dallas wasn't really his first name, I just didn't know what it was when I was writing it. Dallas was all I had...XD Thanks for the information though, so when Mr. Petrelli decides to return I can use his proper first name. Also, I do plan to follow up with a sequel type story following Peter through the four months, and Petrelli Sr. most likely won't be in this one any further. But He will be a big part when I get to Peter's story (I hinted towards that when He was in here). That story will also delve into the whole limit of his powers and what they are offically... Along with a whole lot of Peter-ness.

Chocchip: It was kind of hard not to listen to it. And as mature as everyone thinks I am (they all think I act far to old for my age...o.o) I have some teenager tendencies. This came out when I read the review, stormed off to the guy's bitching forum. I went there formed a well articulated reply to his review, and he shredded the reply to pieces. I eventually gave up, stormed off like a five year old, defeated. This was thankfully after I wrote the update (which in itself was hard to get through in my state of mind at the time). And I haven't been able to write since, until now at least.

FlameRising only strengthened my misanthropic view on the world. I admit I really do hate people, in general. But there is a clear distinction I want to make. I hate people as a whole as a group. There are individuals that I like, love, and hang out with. (For example you fine people who reviewed to encourage me not to listen to the asshole below you guys.) Just want to make that clear.

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Angela paced the well worn path in the guest room as yet another non family member was in the house. The Petrellis' family physician tended to Nathan now. She could only stand by and watch helplessly.

It had been five hours since she discovered the fever her son acquired. Five hours since she broke down for a second time and panicked. After five monsterous ziplock bags filled to the rim with ice wrapped in towels and an emergency call to Dr. Philip Granger she calmed down some.

The good doctor arrived with haste, supplied with an arsenal of items. Due to what Angela had told him, the eldest Petrelli son could not be transported to a local hospital. He did not question it, since they paid him well to keep quiet. That and he respected Arthur Petrelli a great deal.

Heidi had returned the exact time the doctor showed up. Her reaction was rather calm, to say the least. Angela assumed she was just petrified at the fact that it was an actual possibility of losing Nathan that very morning forever.

The next few hours were spent with the doctor fussing with Nathans' corpse-like body, getting IVs started and turning the guest room into a more comfortable version of a hospital. Dr. Granger even managed to rig up a portable vitals monitor.

Angela spent the entire time in the room. Heidi was there as well, hovering anxiously over the doctor's shoulder, circling him like a vulture. The mother could not take it anymore, she had to take a breather, and with that excused herself from the room.

"Hmpf..." Heidi eyed up her husband instantly, forgetting what the doctor was doing then. "Nathan?" She asked quietly moving towards his uninjuried hand and gripped it gently. His fingers wrapped shakely around hers as they made contact with each other.

The wife let out a joyish sob, her other hand touching her chest, and sighed heavily. "Nathan?" The doctor began than. Nathan opened his eye slightly, shifting it over to see the doctor, but not turning his head.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked, pulling out a pen light to check his patients' pupils. Nathan curled his fingertips around the blanket beneath them and started to lift his head. He began to lift his torso when the doctor stopped him by placing a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed gently. "Easy now, You should not be sitting." He said flashing a light in his open eye. He jerked his head away quickly, wincing in pain.

"He's only trying to help." Heidi said quietly, knowing her husband well. He was not to found of being confused, disoriented, and least of all vulnerable. "I don't,,,,need it..." He spoke in a raw strained voice.

"This is not the time to be stubborn." Heidi repremianded her husband. "It's alright." Dr. Granger said quietly, backing off. He pulled a syringe from his bag of supplies and went to the IV. "What are you giving him?" Heidi asked, glancing to him quickly. Nathan continued to look only at his wife. "He's obviously still in a great deal of pain. This is some morphine to help with that." The doctor smiled quietly, putting the syringe into the IV bag and injecting it. Heidi looked down to Nathan then and smiled weakly.

"Peter...We need...We need to...find him." He seemed to be trying so hard to say this. Heidi's smile faded. Nathan stared at her, his eyebrow furrowing in confusion. "He did not make it, Nathan." She said softly. She watched as confusion, fear, and pain flashed through her husbands' eye in a second.

"No...no." He said, struggling to sit up once again. This time no one was going to stop him. He groaned in agony, as his other hand reached over and gripped Heidis' shoulder, pulling himself up. Heidi did nothing to stop it. She only watched him worriedly. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"...gotta find...Peter." He mumbled, shuffling his feet to the side of the bed. "Honey...He's gone..." Heidi tried to dissuade her husband, starting to try and keep him from getting up. She glanced around and found the doctor was gone? Where had he run off too? She then looked to Nathan who had rested his feet on the carpet now. He looked like he was going to pass out any second from the exertion. It was like he was doing this with pure will power.

"He's Dead, Nathan! Peter died!" Heidi growled with concern, her voice a little louder than she intended. Nathan stopped though, if only for a moment to stare her in the eyes. His expression was heartbreaking. It was filled with hope, but also fear and pain.

"No...He can't be...He promised...He promised..." He choked out, tears rolling down his good eye as he pushed himself to his feet, grabbing the metal IV pull to help him stabilize himself. He groaned in agony, leaning on his wife and the pole. He could not stand on his own.

"Nathan, you need to lay down." Heidi tried to push him back, but did not want to hurt him more. "...gotta find peter." He said again, his eyes closing as he fell back into a sitting position on the bed. His will power now crumbling beneath him, leaving him nothing to continue on. Heidi's heart was breaking at the defeat on his face as he went limp once more, falling onto his side. His head hitting the pillow with a soft thud.

Heidi could only sobbed, falling into the chair that had been by his bedside since late last night. She couldn't even find the strength to put him into a comfortable position. His recovery, if that was even possible at this point, was going to kill her.