Fuck. Isaac sighed, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on- not because of Nate's terrible jokes, but because of himself. His own idiotic God damned head. There were plenty of people around; he could leave, the guy would be fine, someone else would probably do something. But Isaac knew exactly what that blinking red light meant, and he couldn't in all good consciousness just split when someone was wobbling in front of him and obviously loopy from traumatic injuries.

His inability to get the fuck out of dodge made him angry; he had a surly look on his face when he dropped his hand and glanced back up at Nate. Fine. Fine, he'd at least get him... somewhere. Isaac took a step towards Nate, reaching a hand out, intending to grab hold of him and lead him away-

Until he heard the word hallucination. Nothing made a knot of anxiety form in his gut like that word. He recoiled slowly, drawing his arm back toward himself, suddenly not wanting to touch Nate at all.

It was probably nothing- a side effect from blood loss, or disbelief at waking up in a place like this. Vivid hallucinations didn't have to mean anything. But Isaac still watched him warily, like he was contagious. "No," he said quietly, clearly uncomfortable. "This is my first time here, I don't know where anything is. You should flag down a doctor."