Mohinder bit back a whimper at the shift he had to make to accommodate Nathan's arm, but he knew he couldn't stay in the alleyway if he was going to survive. He tried to help with his left arm, as most of the damage seemed to be on the right, but every movement of his torso was hell.

"Not 911," he murmured, a little lightheaded. "108. Don't...don't let Molly see me..." Bad enough after they got him cleaned and patched up, but like this...he couldn't imagine how bad he looked.