Kind of

Ryder's hand finds Katie's and his fingers wrap around hers in a vice grip as his eyes still roam wildly back and forth. His breathing is shallow and he shakes.

Displeased with the progression, Rick brings out another syringe, trying to find out what would help Ryder's system. But before the needle can be inserted into his vein, Ryder mumbles groggily. "No... you'll... kill me."

Rick stops. "What?"

Ryder fights to keeps his eyes halfway open. "Don't," he manages. "I can't..."

"It's just a sedative. It will help you relax if it can get through to your system."

"No," Ryder insists. "I can't... it's a... the reaction... no drugs... no more."

Rick lifts his eyebrows, and withdraws. "Are you allergic to something? Is that what happened?"

"Kind of." Ryder's eyes fall shut and he licks his dry lips. "Just... leave me be..."

Rick sighs and backs off, motioning for Misty to do the same. As long as Ryder was out of the woods, he wouldn't try for any more answers.

Though Ryder seemed to not have heard Katie at all, he had. And though it would seem he'd drifted to sleep again, his grip on Katie's hand proved he was still awake, perhaps not even realizing what he was doing.