VI [Location: Sanctuary] [Visual: locked to Billy]

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"So," Sylar said, speaking into his tablet as he closed the last few feet towards the main Sanctuary. Fishing a few syringes from the medical lab at the Sanctuary For All hadn't been all that difficult, and from there, it had just required catching the trolley that lead to the center of the city. "Did someone order a house call?"

It was a rather ridiculous question to ask, all things considered, but hey, nobody else could see the conversation so there wasn't any reason that he should be embarrassed by it. Or be embarrassed with the idea that he was actually helping someone. It had been hard to deal with when he'd done it for Micah, but here... Well, he'd been working to redefine his perceptions of himself since he'd arrived. This certainly helped.

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... A house call. Really?

[Billy's just chilling in his room as usual, and when he picks up the tablet to respond, he sounds vaguely amused. He'd been sleeping up until a few minutes ago, but the knowledge that Sylar's coming is making him sit up and attempt to make himself look presentable. Like Sylar cares.

Also, he's sort of exasperated at the use of 'house call', Sylar.]

[visual & location: sanctuary]

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"Just call me the resident doctor," Sylar said, amusement in his own tone as he reached into his pocket to get one of the syringes ready. This was a simple enough matter to be resolved, after all. Closing the last amount of distance, Sylar poked his head into the room. "Prepare for your excuse to play hermit to be over."

Not that Sylar figured Billy needed an excuse, but still, it would at least deter this compulsive need to use the voice function instead of the visual out of some vanity or perceived weakness because of the circumstances that he'd ended up in.

"Just don't ask for my credentials."

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Billy turns off his tablet and blinks up at Sylar when he peeks in, giving him a tiny smile. Tossing it on the bed into a pile of tangled wires and switches, Billy slides off his bed and pushes things out of the way so that Sylar can get over easier.

"I'm not a hermit," Billy protests, but it's incredibly half-hearted. And Billy wouldn't call it vanity, really, though he's sure that's what it looks like. He just feels uncomfortable with the scars on his face.

"And I, uh. Wasn't going to," Billy adds, but he's amused as well, rubbing at his neck.

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"Just teasing, kid," Sylar said, grinning at Billy as he reached down and unbuttoned the cuff on his sleeve, rolling it up as he stepped farther into the room, closing the door back behind him with a telekinetic shove. "We get this fixed up, I'm sure you'll shake off what happened and go right back to being your normal enigmatic self," He said with a wink.

The cover on the syringe shucked and stabbed into Sylar's arm without even a second thought to find his vein. Presented to Billy after a moment, Sylar looked over at Billy with a slight smile.

"Ready, kid? All it needs is a few seconds to work."

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The telekinetic thing used so casually makes Billy nervous, somewhere. Mostly because he can remember having it used on him, so there's that. Either way, Billy blinks himself into reality and glances up at Sylar, giving him a small grin. He kind of likes being called 'kid'. It's... well, it's nice.

"Yeah. I'm ready. You sure it'll work?" Billy asks, but he's rolling up his sleeve, because despite all odds, he trusts Sylar not to hurt him or have anything incredibly malicious planned for him.

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"Positive," Sylar replied with ease. There wasn't any reason that it wouldn't work. It had healed him when he needed it the most, after all. He was more than willing to trust it to work like that for someone else.

Stepping forward, Sylar was far more careful about injecting Billy than he was about taking his own blood. His veins would hardly be damaged by a bit of roughness, but he was hardly going to risk doing anything that might not be healed along with everything else.

Pulling the needle back out once the blood was injected, Sylar took a step back and just watched. Would only be a matter of a few seconds now.

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Billy watches as Sylar injects him, nervous as all hell, but he's still, careful. He's not sure what to expect, but he knows better than to squirm around like a five year old.

The changes don't start immediately but they do come through, spreading through his body and mending the damage. The scars on his face smooth away, his chest and body's aches fade, and in a matter of a minute, he's as good as new.

"... Jeeze," Billy says absently, looking at his hands, blinking.

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"There. Fixed," Sylar said, relieved that it had worked exactly how he'd expected it to. Capping the needle back, Sylar chucked it into the trash bin in the room, smirking slightly at Billy's shock. "Told you it would work."

"Feeling better now?"

alskdjf this took forever I AM SORRY

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Billy's still blinking incredulously at his hands when Sylar speaks next, and he nods, giving the other man a smile.

"Much. That's crazy."