It took a few minutes. He'd been shot three times, and it had done a lot of internal damage. Finally though, Mohinder sat up and gasped for breath, gripping Sylar's arm and coughing up the bullets Danko had used to kill him onto the floor. He sat there, shocked, for a long moment, before looking at Sylar. "What...I..." He trailed off, unsure what to say, before he remembered what happened. Danko had shot him. He hadn't expected that somehow, and it was still a shock that it had happened.
"Molly!" he said, immediately worried. "Did she...is she..." He looked past Sylar and saw her, feeling an immediate surge of relief. "Oh thank god." Because he didn't care so much about himself, so long as Molly was all right.