Mohinder hung on for all he was worth with his good arm, gritting his teeth against the pain and trying not to whimper again. Nathan's words were almost morbidly funny, all things considered. How much could have been over, really, and how quickly? He buried his face in Nathan's neck to try and not make a sound. He finally gestured weakly toward the ground when he glimpsed the house, though that set off another wave of nausea & pain.

"I'm sorry..." For what he couldn't say, fully, but for all of this probably.