[ Jefferson scoffs and shakes his head. That's not particularly encouraging, hearing they're in his mind right now. ]

The last place I want to be... [ It's a frustrated murmur, but he at least seems to calm down enough to lower his hands and lift his gaze to look at Damon. With his hands wringing in his lap, he speaks carefully, trying to explain as clearly as he can. ]

I was sick, before the accident. It's only gotten worse since. I should be in a hospital with... padded walls.