Graham had spent a good deal in Ghoul territory. Too long, really. Nearly a month! And yes, that was a bloody long time! An amount of time that Graham, himself, did not actually register. He'd been using Prax for a little over two months. A fact that he was vaguely aware of. It was somewhere in the back of his mind.
Underground was not where he belonged. Part of him knew that, but another part of him felt like he didn't belong anywhere, these days. None of it was home. None of it was right. So why couldn't he go into the sewers and the tunnels and find Clover? It all made sense when you were as high as a fucking kite and felt like nothing could stop you from anything you wanted to do.
He'd found Clover. She was around. They'd spent some time together, but occasionally would manage to get separated. He wasn't even sure how it all happened, exactly, but Clover had warned him about the sort of people that were around. And she was right. They were mostly awful, and you shouldn't even make eye contact. Otherwise, you'll eventually end up a bloodied mess with your shirt torn, your sweater stolen, your R2-D2 missing, and absolute no known whereabouts of your right shoe.
Laying in the muck and god knows what else, was pretty much when Graham decided that he probably shouldn't be in ghoul territory. The thought didn't come right away, no.. But when the current dose of Prax had started to wear off, and he started to realize just what the fuck had happened, that everything hurt, and he was not doing so great, yeah. Yeah, he reached out in some capacity. To be honest, he didn't even remember. Not even when Piper had shown up to drag him back to the Capitol.
He didn't know what all had happened, exactly, during that time, but he'd contacted Lita. And told Piper. He wasn't positive that he'd ever even made it to The Capitol, but who knows? He'd ended up at the UMCB, and that was what mattered, right? Piper had helped him to the hospital, and left him in the care of some nurse or something. Graham really didn't want to talk to said nurse, he had only insisted on speaking to Lita.
"N-no, I really don't want--let. Me. Go.," he insisted, "I-I'm-I'm fine! I need to--to speak with Dr. Singh!"
So yeah, maybe he did look a bit roughed up. A bit wild-eyed. And not, exactly, okay. But he would probably live, right? Right??
Only if he got to speak to Lita, dammit.
He pulled his arm away from the nurse with a growl to make his point, "Get off, yeah‽"