Frost's eyes seem to focus more when she was talking, or when he was looking at her, so Lita made sure to keep his attention while the other bustled about. This wasn't their first dealing with a patient coming down from a wash high; Lita could stand to take a backseat in the initial processes to try and calm Frost down as best she could so they all could try and help him.
"Here, let me get that for you," Lita said when Graham flinched at the light. She reached up and turned off the overhead spotlight, knowing the capable nurses could continue their preparations in the fluorescent room lamps on. Light sensitivity could be a symptom, or it could just be that he was so used to being down in the deep, dark subway he needed to be acclimated to the real world again. For a half second Lita almost asks if he saw Torrie down there, but pushes the thought down deep. No sense dredging up old pains, not now.
"I know, your head hurts like a son of a bitch, it sucks but it's normal," Lita said, holding Graham's gaze. He peered blearily past her, pointing a shaky finger at her bodyguard. Lita shrugged her shoulders and then inclined her head toward the door.
"Thanks for your help," she told her burly protector. "I promise not to go anywhere without you. Would you mind waiting outside?" He nodded with obvious relief. He was prepared to lay his life on the line for her but facing the ugly side of addiction was out of his wheelhouse, apparently.
Lita listened to Graham's fevered mutterings while an older male nurse whispered to her they were ready. He stood at the hose line, ready to stick Frost with the needle. Another nurse stood with a syringe, ready with the anxiety and pain meds at the IV's injection port.
"Now, listen to me Graham. I know it's hard, but I wouldn't ask you to do this if thought you couldn't do it. We need you to hold still. Otherwise, we're going to have to restrain you and I know you don't want that. I promise once you let us do what we need to do, you'll start to feel better."
Before you feel a shit ton worse, Lita amended to herself. It was going to be a rough 24 hours, followed by days, weeks, or even months of potential adverse effects. She wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy, let alone someone she actually liked and admired.
Lita tries to capture his attention again, touching his hand.
"That's right, you like to read. Poetry, right? I remember you saying that, because I couldn't believe anyone did that for pleasure."
With Graham's full attention on her face, Lita nodded imperceptibly to the nurse, who took his chance in inserting the IV needle in the vein at the crook of Graham's arm. He quickly secured it with medical tape and Lita hoped Graham was either too distracted or too far gone to notice and freak out.
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Keep telling me things, Frost. Tell me about London. I've been there, you know. Very nice. Great tea."