Nathan's voice. Even though he'd seen him change, it still hit Mohinder as almost a little surreal through the pain. He kept his eyes closed and contemplated what he'd said. A hospital was probably a very good idea. However, that required moving and remembering where the nearest one was, because god knew Nathan didn't have the slightest idea where he was.

"I don't think I can move." Not without help. His arm was useless to push him up and though he didn't think his legs were hurt, he still couldn't breathe right.