Mohinder cried out a bit at the force with which he hit the wall, feeling a sharp pain in his back and side as he hit, and it was suddenly hard to breathe again. He wondered if he'd broken his back, but then reasoned if he had it wouldn't hurt this fucking much. Rib then, maybe, or scapula. Something. He'd heard a snap, he was sure, and breathing around the pain became necessary, even as he tried to figure out how to reason his way around it.

"So you'd rather kill me for trying to find a way to save you than work with me to find a way you can live with?" he asked, wheezing a bit, curling over in pain. "You've given up? Just going to go out in a flash of tantrum, causing as much pain as you can, and call it your choice rather than doing whatever it takes to survive? I never figured you for a quitter."