Theo hadn't really had hallucinations this bad, this real before. He was even seeing the orderlies see him and he knew that couldn't be right. He watched the not-person walk into his room, introduce himself and sit on the bed... Greg? "But it couldn't be." he murmured just before the man offered him, oh merlin, more food. Theo put a hand over his mouth, dug his nails so hard into his face that he would have drawn blood had they not been forcibly cut down to be blunt and inefficient, shaking his head in a panicked manner.
He wanted to be sick. He wanted to throw up what they'd forced into his stomach, but he couldn't and he felt fevery, dizzy, completely crushed. He lay down sideways on the floor and put a hand over his face, waiting for it to disappear like it did so many times before.