"Easy..." she murmured when he stopped, one hand hovering over his back, the other at his side, ready to catch him if he fell. "Knock me out" wasn't the strangest request, but even with his conviction Claire didn't understand him completely. How did someone kind of have a heart condition? She carefully led him to the empty bed and helped him sit, continuing to note his fast reaction. Eyebrows furrowed, she briefly looked him over and then nodded, keep breathing, good, and rushed out for no more than a minute before coming back with the medical agents. In accidental cases like this, alpha blockers tended to be used, she couldn't help but continue to wonder why this man's case might be different. Back turned to him, Claire began to prepare the syringe.