[Information starts coming to Mohinder in chunks, such as 'Sylar is supposed to be here' and 'That hand is broken.' It's also noticeable how it heals, too. As he sits up, he watches the hand pop back into its intended form. He's beginning to piece together the situation, but the question scatters his thoughts.]
How am I feeling? [He looks down at himself and smiles, wide and unrestrained.] Fantastic, actually. Did I just break your hand?
[He reaches for it immediately, without a thought. Holding it gently, he runs his fingers over the skin with a feather touch. He wants to make sure the hand is working properly again. (He did always have a thing for Sylar's hands.)]
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How am I feeling? [He looks down at himself and smiles, wide and unrestrained.] Fantastic, actually. Did I just break your hand?
[He reaches for it immediately, without a thought. Holding it gently, he runs his fingers over the skin with a feather touch. He wants to make sure the hand is working properly again. (He did always have a thing for Sylar's hands.)]