As those words are evidence that Will is: (a) conscious, and (b) processing appropriately and capable of response, House just falls quiet for a little while.
Sylar continues pounding at the door for what feels like hours, but is really only about 20 minutes. House holds position for another 10 minutes before getting up and peeking out the door. The anomaly is gone. But he's not taking chances. He slumps down to block the door again and pulls out his tablet for light. The Vicodin comes out next and he dry swallows two pills to help deal with the pain as he finally pulls his hand away from where he has it curled to his chest and takes a look.
He tries to uncurl his fingers and makes a choked sound of agony. "Graham. I need your help." He needs to get the shrapnel out of Will, too. Maybe he should do that before dealing with his hand.
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Sylar continues pounding at the door for what feels like hours, but is really only about 20 minutes. House holds position for another 10 minutes before getting up and peeking out the door. The anomaly is gone. But he's not taking chances. He slumps down to block the door again and pulls out his tablet for light. The Vicodin comes out next and he dry swallows two pills to help deal with the pain as he finally pulls his hand away from where he has it curled to his chest and takes a look.
He tries to uncurl his fingers and makes a choked sound of agony. "Graham. I need your help." He needs to get the shrapnel out of Will, too. Maybe he should do that before dealing with his hand.