The last session had gone... about as he'd expected. Ethan, the man who believed himself to be Peter Petrelli, still hadn't improved much and it was a little disheartening. That being said, he still had other patients to deal with, and not all of them were being as difficult. Why, several of his patients had been released since he'd first ( Read more... )

There was a familiar name staring back at him from today's patient list again, and Mohinder frowned. Several of the names were familiar, actually. Some patients just required more time to recover than others, but it was disappointing that this one didn't seem to be making much improvement. Apart from believing he was someone he wasn't, he was ( Read more... )

His last session hadn't been too terrible, and that left him hopeful for his next one. While one of his patients this shift was familiar and a bit moody, he wasn't too much of a troublemaker as far as he recalled. The other was a new face, which could go either way. He hoped for the best, but didn't get his hopes too high ( Read more... )

Mohinder carefully sorted through the files in his desk drawer. The turnaround for patients in this Institute was completely astounding. But at the same time, he was noticing some of the same files he'd had since his previous sessions. Some did better than others, it seemed. Sadly, it was the patients that worried him the most that remained on ( Read more... )

The last session could have gone better and it could have gone worse. Mr. Verden's case didn't appear to be all that terrible. He might have just been classified too dangerous to stay at home and receive treatment from a regular therapist. Aside from that there was also one no-show, which was troubling. If he'd been released, it would have been ( Read more... )

Well, the day before had been promising and unusually quiet. At least one of his patients had shown a reasonable amount of improvement, and he hoped that trend continued through his patients today (though he wasn't going to get his hopes set too high ( Read more... )

The day could have been a lot worse, and Mohinder was incredibly grateful that it hadn't been. There was still another problem patient he'd have to deal with the next day, but for now he just had to deal with ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

The patients in this facility could sure pull the unexpected on you, that was for sure. Lunch had been a welcome break after his conversation with João's darker half. He knew there were far worse patients, and that's partially what made the break necessary. He'd only be able to handle so many of these cases back to back ( Read more... )

Mohinder's office was fully set up now - books all in order and lined up neatly on the shelves, floor clear of all boxes. The world map pinned to a bulletin board on one wall remained unmarked and had been joined by a life-size model of a skeleton, the sort you might find in a high school biology classroom. Sitting on top of one of the ( Read more... )