When he felt the more firm, but steadying hand on his arm, his first instinct had been to yank it away-- which he did, as he turned to see just who felt like they could touch him. That's when he saw Lita. He wasn't going to say he felt a complete three-sixty in his responses and his behavior, but finally getting the doctor that he'd been arguing for them to go find was a relief. Staring at her, he nodded hesitantly, slowly in response to her words. When she set her hands on either side of his face, he froze in his movements, only averting his gaze just for a moment.
Making eye contact made it all too real. When she acknowledged him--or called him 'buddy', whether he was her buddy or not, he at least knew that she was talking to him. So he managed to drag his eyes back up to meet with her's. He nodded just the slightest bit at her words. Had he kept his appointment? He was late, wasn't he? He didn't know. Time was funny. Time was lost. Graham wasn't too sure if time was moving or stopped, at the moment.
And no, for the record, Graham was not in any state to be paying too much attention or overhear anything Lita was saying. But any reports found and run would be clean. He didn't have any allergies to any medications, he'd had no history with any antidepressants, or any adverse interactions. For the most part, previously, aside from being allergic to cats, Graham was as healthy as a horse. Well, and maybe he had family history regarding high blood pressure and heart failure, but as far as Graham went, the last physical he had had before the apocalypse was perfect.
Who knew about now.
He glanced down toward Lita's fingers when she took hold of his wrist. He frowned a little bit with confusion, rocking back somewhat on his heels before nearly losing his balance. He had no idea what Lita was doing. Nothing really made much sense at the moment.
"Owwww," he whined when Lita brought her pen light up to shine in his eyes. Squinting them shut, he brought a hand up to haphazardly wave the beam of light away, "time is.. Time is not... Not right." He shook his head, "I don't know," kind of sort of opening his eyes a bit back up to Lita, he gave another shake of his head, "hours? Few. A-A few. And they're gone. The hours are gone," he moved to glance down toward his arm where he'd injected the Prax with God knows what, "And the stars..." He showed Dr.Singh his arm, "the stars are gone too. and Shakespeare," he frowned more, looking up at Lita. He didn't want the stars and Shakespeare to be gone!
No, those weren't tears. SHHH. His face was just twisting in all sorts of emotions and he didn't know what to do! "I-I didn't mean to and I want to go home."