Helen jerked slightly when she touched the bed. Her eyes opened again and watched as Mr. Petrelli ran around the infirmary looking for the suture. She would of told him where it was, if she could form the words. Things were even blurrier now. Except she had to tell him who did it. Not because she was attacked, but because it was his brother that needed the help. Even though she was dieing, Helen still worried about others more.

She slowly blinked her eyes as he came up. Of course she'd be alright. There were plenty of people to help her. Not enough to help stop the person that attacked her. Slowly, Helen raised her hand to his, even though she was shaking and so very pale.

And all she did was smile at him.