**This was requested by @MissDarylGrimes
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So sorry it took so long!!**

Cars. It's hard to get places without them, but they're incredibly dangerous as well. New York was even worse. Tall buildings towered above you as you attempted to drive on the filled streets.

Walking would be faster at this point. You had to meet Mohinder Suresh because you have a power. You can see the future in visions. Quite a nice power, yet also an extreme curse.

Lights flashing, paramedics surrounding. Sirens blared in the background. Pain soared through your body, fires circled around.

You snapped out of the vision just in time to see the headlights dim as the on coming taxi crashed into your car. With all strength, you shoved at the car door, desperate to open it. It would barely budge.

The window was shattered; you decided it was your best way out. Glass cutting into your palms, you pulled yourself out of the wreck, wincing continuously. Paramedics were almost here, sirens sounded through the haze clouding your mind.

Stumbling, you ran down the sidewalks and alleys, hoping no one approached you. Eventually, you slowed to a limp, dragging your left foot behind you. Luckily you had memorized Mohinder's address, otherwise finding him would be difficult.

You came up to the apartment door, grimacing at how disgusting the building was. It looked like there was mold and the color was dark.

"Y/N?" A voice called from behind the door. Shaking, you answered with a 'yes.'

Multiple locks behind unlocked clanked behind the door before it opened. "I'm Mohinder, come in." An Indian man said, glancing up and down at you to check for weapons.

"Sorry I'm late, got into a crash-" You explain before falling forward after wrong step in your foot. Mohinder leapt forward, catching you in his strong arms.

"I'm a doctor, I could look over wherever you have pain?" He suggested, a tiny smile on his face. You looked up at his brown, soft, eyes. Deciding to trust the new man, you nodded and allowed to be mostly carried to an old couch. The couch creaked under your weight and felt hard.

"Thank you. My foot and my hand are my main concern. I don't really feel hurt otherwise." You tell him, yelping in pain as Mohinder roughly took your shoe off.

"Sorry, it's better to have one quick sharp pain than a long sharp pain," He explained, beginning to examine your swollen and bruised ankle. "Sprained."

"I expected as much." You sighed, once again yelling as the bandages were tightly wound against the sprain. Mohinder winced at your pain, allowing himself to give a warm smile.

"Let me see your hands."
Mohinder asked, gently taking your hands in his. Even though he was doing this to help, you couldn't help as to blush from the attention. You weren't used to such attention, especially from such a handsome man.

"Sorry I'm blushing it's just-"

"Not used to the attention? It's understandable."

"Not from such a handsome man.." You admit, biting your lip. After that, Mohinder slowly looked up before finishing your hands. He then sat up beside you on the hard couch and kissed your cheek.

"Thank you Y/N, if you're better, shall we talk?" He asked, taking your bandaged hands gently in his.

"Definitely."