"You can stay here as long as you need."

Wow his brain is extremely on fire and it sucks! It's so hard to say things! Normally it's hard to say things but also no one wants him to talk!

"I'm frozen if I'm away from my affini without permission because I try to escape." There. Clauses and everything.

...Mmm. That sounds about right. 

It's his job, as the doctor, to be the calmest one in the room. "That is fixable."

"Yeah. The affini fixed it."

"... you are aware you are talking to me right now because I gave you an antidote to the drug that paralyses you?"

"Because I came into your bar and you want to know who owns me?"

"It's not my bar." 'The Bar owns itself' is irrelevant and a touch too complicated to try and explain right now. "I treated you because that sort of paralysis is dangerous." Not perfectly accurate, but as lies to patients go, he will stand by it. 

"And you don't have Affini to monitor it."

"I do not, no."

This is exhausting and he wants to take a nap now. ... His pulse is racing too much for naps.

"I understand this is very sudden. There is a limit to what I can do, but if there is something I can do,  let me know."

"...nap?"

He could take him off the pressors, which should make sleep more possible... but it will paralyse him again, and he would like to avoid that. Or he can load him up with benadryl or such like, but then they're in an 'old lady who swallowed a fly' situation. Drugs: not even once, and don't try to prescribe them. 

"I could temporarily take you off the antidote, but it will paralyse you again. I can also see about getting something that tends to make people sleepy."

Why is he being consulted about this he's not the doctor????????

Fuck it, benadryl is safe and it keep him capable of using the call button.

"I'll get you something that will make you sleepy but won't paralyse you. If you need anything or feel sick--" he points to the call button "--press this and someone will check on you."

Oh good someone else is making choices he's bad at choices.

He nods furiously. 

Benadryl: acquired!

Now to make sure nothing too exciting is happening with his gaggle of teenagers while this patient sleeps.

A few hours later, he resurfaces, still feeling like shit warmed over!

That was really remarkably unrestful sleep, all things considered.

"I'm awake, sir," he says to the human. 

Bun has been busy making sure several teenagers don't die or kill each other, and looking into ways to treat the drug implant from hell.

There is a way on Milliways, and as they say: if it's stupid and it works, it's not stupid. 

"I have a potential treatment, but it will require bringing one of my colleagues in. Is that okay?"

Why does this person keep acting like he has input into what happens to him?

"Sure."

Bun puts in a page. He hasn't worked with her much, seeing as she doesn't usually treat humanoids and he does, but she does have the skills to help, as well as the,  uh, other colleague.

She arrives five minutes later with a four foot tall fat bipedal cow.

"Hello! I'm Nurse Joy, and this is Boba."

Boba is a trained therapy pokemon, and she is standing politely by Cayden's bedside, trying to stare into his soul. Has he considered she has a nose that is so velvety and soft? Has he considered that he's allowed to pat it?

People generally like it when he pats soft things! He has several drugs about this specifically!

He pats the Boba. 

Yess, he is getting a good grade in petting! And Boba is getting a good grade on being pet!

Literally the entire purpose of his existence is getting a good grade in petting, so that's good!

He feels a lot better now that he has an understandable task.