Jan 29, 2010 00:04
Mohinder sat at his desk with his arms crossed over his chest and a calm that somehow managed to cover the inner turmoil he had over that day's short list of patients. One was just going to grate on his nerves, if this time was anything like the last. He could deal with that. It was the day's other patient that had him wanting to call in sick.
At the same time, he'd clearly been given that patient for a reason. None of the other doctors would be familiar with the man Zachary Blaine believed himself to be. He was the only one with that connection, and somehow he was going to have to use that to help this man pull free of his delusions. Even if nothing added up properly in the end, it was his duty to at least try.
yuffie,
sylar,
mohinder