nothing's gonna change my world [open]
The one good thing about having a week of your life sucked away into the evil soul-eating vortex of Antinora Hospital is that it kind of forces you to get some sleep. Mohinder's been alternately working and napping in his desk chair, getting up to microwave some frozen pizza and collapsing on the bed on his way back and sleeping for hours at a stretch and getting back up again to work late into the night.
But he's decided that he's not going to do that anymore, since locking himself in his room all week isn't going to make him feel any better. Thus, he's sitting under a tree by the general store, eyes closed and enjoying the fresh air.
(This does not, however, mean he doesn't still have a few specimen bags on him. Come on. This is Mohinder we're talking about.)
But he's decided that he's not going to do that anymore, since locking himself in his room all week isn't going to make him feel any better. Thus, he's sitting under a tree by the general store, eyes closed and enjoying the fresh air.
(This does not, however, mean he doesn't still have a few specimen bags on him. Come on. This is Mohinder we're talking about.)