There's a counter-argument to be made, Sean is sure, but she shakes him off and his thoughts are growing slippery, just as difficult to keep hold of. Whatever he meant to say, it's gone, and as time begins to stutter forward again, the moment is lost anyhow.

"'S nae the right doctor," he instead mumbles under his breath, thoughts cycling back around to a previous absurd tangent as his tenuous grasp on consciousness finally begins to fail him.