Pat had improved considerably by the time he had taken the medication and gotten to his feet. Considerably meaning he was able to make out the "-I need you to have seat." and his vision had cleared up enough to make out that Doctor Wilson was the one tending to him. Pat didn't have very high hopes for the medication, but there was no harm in trying. Worst case scenario, nothing would happen. Pat chose to ignore the fact that this was probably also the best case scenario as well. 

"I said I'll be fine. This isn't my first migraine and it won't be my last. It just caught me off guard, that's all."

Pat's speech was significantly louder and steadier than it was before, adding a bit of validity to his claim. Pat was somewhat relieved that it was the Doctor that had found him first. Not because he could provide some kind of treatment, but because the Doctor would have probably found out about his migraines anyways. Pat took a shaky step away from the Doctor, then another before stopping himself. His senses may have improved, but he was still in no state to be walking around. Pat sighed and took the seat that had been offered to him.