It would clear the hospital... It would confuse the military, the doctors... Those well would leave. Those sick-- Well they might leave too. But Mohinder had run the computer simulations with the other scientists. They'd already estimated that New York, any area cut off from the rest of the country now, would experience vast and unmitigatable losses within a week. A week.

This virus, it moved so quickly. Anyone coughing now... Everyone feeling a little under the weather would likely be dead by next Saturday. It was sobering. Mohinder looked as if he might sag under the brunt of it all.

"I'm not sure what's worse," Mohinder said, eyes filling with tears he'd not shed this night. He couldn't cry for everyone, after all. "Being immune and watching the rest die while I help them or sitting here and knowing they're dying without ever meeting them."