InsaneJournal

This was so twisted. She was so confused. And in pain. Elle had been so disoriented when she first came to, that she hadn't been able to even puzzle out that it was a motel she was in. It had taken a bit for her to register that she was resting on a bed, not sand, and the sounds she heard were cars, not waves crashing on the shore. Once that was filed away and sorted out, the pain began to creep back in. The bullet wound in her thigh served as a painful reminder to what had transpired before Hiro had teleported her to that beach and well... the blood that had caked her forhead, face, and neck spoke to what had followed. Sylar had killed her - or tried to, anyway. Again.

Elle had done the best she could to wash off the blood, but standing for long had been too painful and trying to get in and out of the bathtub/shower combo in the tiny bathroom just seemed entirely out of the question. Her hair was still damp and now only tinged faintly pink and all but a few dark flecks of blood here and there on her skin had been scrubbed away. Who knew dried blood was so hard to get off? The oversized black shirt she wore hid the blood well - you couldn't even tell the shoulder was soaked. Elle always knew she loved the color black. Her first thought had been to call... well, she didn't know anyone, so there was no one to call. 911 wouldn't help, she was... different.

Luckily, someone had finally agreed to help her. Elle was a bit lightheaded and more than a little confused. If Sylar hadn't brought her here... how had she managed to get away from him? He had been slicing her skull open, she had felt it. But now... now she was here and everything was weird. When she finally heard a knock on the door, Elle sat up straight from where she had been lying on the bed. Thank God. Wincing as she scooted to the end of the bed, Elle put all her weight on her good leg. The bullet wound was wrapped in one of the white towels from the bathroom, red beginning to show through, but a girl had to make do! The button-down black shirt she wore fell to just an inch or so short of mid-thigh, effectively covering the dark shorts she wore underneath and, for a moment, she worried about how little she was wearing.