Accidental Video Post

The camera viewpoint is from a corner in the floor this time, angled to look up at the slab of concrete Sylar's laid flat on. It would be a hard thing to tell that his clothes used to be white- only small patches remain in the soaked-red fabric. There are some rips in the legs where he tried to keep the fabric from sticking to his wounds.

The man himself is not strapped down, but he's mostly lying still. His eyes are open, but they aren't focused on anything in particular. There is an expression of pain on his face, which shifts to varying degrees. Every once in awhile, he begins convulsing, trying to curl in on himself and failing, for some reason. A slow stream of incoherent muttering spills from his lips, while some sort of mist floats through the air. A large cockroach crawls onto a clotted-over slice in his arm; he doesn't seem to notice.

It's been this way for the past few hours.

[ooc: Once again, action for Mohinder and anyone who might want to try and get down there, video/voice for anyone who wants to chat. ]