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AT KIRBY PLAZA...

Radiation. That was what was causing Peter Petrelli to be about to blow up and destroy the world. He was glowing like a big orange firefly in the night. Nathan Petrelli looked at his brother with a hint of fear in his eyes.

“I’ll fly,” Nathan said.

Nathan carried his brother, who was still glowing like some led light, into the sky. In mid air, Peter started burning from the radiation and Nathan was affected by it too. It was as if their skin was on fire, even though they were not literally a fire ball, it certainly felt so.

“Go, Nathan!” Peter shouted.

They argued for a while about why Nathan should let him go and why he doesn’t want to. However, Nathan lost the debate to his brother whose face was already swelling up.

Stupid little brother, Nathan thought.

Stubborn older brother, Peter thought.

Nathan let go, and tried to fly himself back to ground, but he was already too weak from the burn of radiation. His face looked swollen too and badly burnt. A gigantic blast, bigger than the atomic bomb on Japan, was then heard and seen. It was a bigger mushroom anyway. Yet in no time, Peter regenerated from the blast and appeared right in front of his brother’s eyes. It was now Peter’s turn to carry and fly his brother back down to safety.

Peter left his brother down and flew away.

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IN THE HOSPITAL…

Angela Petrelli sat by the side of Nathan’s bed. She saw her once handsome, charming politician son, who was now looking like something more of an It.

"... Pete..." Nathan whispered, using much of his strength.

"He's missing. He saved you..."

Nathan touched the side of his own face. He was scared. But he pushed the button to control the bed.

"Don't, Nathan!" his mother said.

Nathan did get up anyway, and stared at his disfigured self in the mirror. He looked like a hairless Wookie.

Oh my fucking god..., he cursed in his head.

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"I want in."

Cuddy looked up at House.

"You only want in because of the excessive amount of radiation that came from nowhere."

"No. I want in because the patient is extrememly handsome."

Cuddy threw the file at House.

"Fine. Figure it out."

"Yes!" House whispered as he turned around and left.

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"Ok. Congressman. Forty-Two. Burned from excessive radiation. Gamma radiation, " House said. "Apart from not having much skin left, what else could he be having?"

"He could have a loss of leucocytes," Chase said.

"His bone marrow could be nearly or completely destroyed, or-," Cameron said.

"- Or Delirium," Foreman interrupted.

"Put him on steroids for the moment and give him a M.R.I. We're with the neurologist here. Check for any brain damages...," said House.

The team left the room. House stood where he was, leaning on his cane and staring at the whiteboard.

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~Richie.