Mohinder's not listening. He feels ill, sick to his stomach. Slowly, the doctor stands and tries a smile. It's weak at best. "I-- Please excuse me. I'm not feeling well."

It's an emotional illness just as much as a physical one and the moment he's out of the room, Mohinder runs back towards the bedroom that's been set up for him. He'd very much like to drown himself in the pillow if possible.