"No you were not hallucinating, mate. It can be treated. There's medicines you can take that will help gradually over time. It won't clear up right away but it will help" he pointed out. Not that he expected the cowboy ripped out of time to know or understand. Unlike travelling with the Legends, he didn't feel he had to worry so much about ripping time apart on the space station. He could tell this Arthur about ways he could get rid of his condition, right? He had told time to screw itself before and he was doing it again.
John took note of the blood on his hand. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a piece of cloth and offered it to him. "Just get rid of it when you're done with it" he said. He placed the cigarette back between his lips. "So Arthur, where do you come from then?" he asked.