It seemed to Spock that this fellow had a stubbornness worthy of Doctor McCoy. His lips pursed into a thin line of contemplation as he watched the man stumble. His body must have still retained remnants of the medications. Spock had been trying to watch the other patients to determine similar physical and biological responses, in an attempt to discover what the doctors had been giving them. But the side-effects had been so widespread that his only conclusion was that they were all on something different. With very few exceptions.
That didn't seem to matter very much anymore, however.
"I can be of assistance," Spock said, reaching out to grab Jareth by the arm and help him regain his balance. "You should not be discouraged. Your equilibrium will return to you once your body excretes the chemical substances and readjusts to the atmospheric pressure."