No, he wasn't going to fight her. Not anymore. Not now that he was certain it was her and not some dream, something his drug-addled mind was conjuring.
Drug-addled? Huh. Go figure. Some thoughts were making sense again.
He glanced in the bathroom and frowned. "My... they gave me some pills to take." He touched the spot on the counter where they should have been. "Did you see them?"
He remembered that. Some of his coworkers had gotten concerned about him - Sister in particular, and she had said something to Zach Hale, who had said something to Deitrich, who had suggested that Mr. John Smith see the staff therapist. Who had prescribed the medication. There was no way to know how it would effect him - the human/Time Lord hybrid was something no one was certain about, no matter how many tests they ran - so they'd known it would be trial and error.
But neither of them suspected there would be this much error.