[Pouring water, mixing milk into his own mug, Sam ducks his head a little, as if embarrassed by what he's going to say next]

I... hear things. People. Doctors and nurses, me mum, me- well. Over the radio or the telly. And I can feel it, when they change my meds, bugger things up; it effects me here.

[He moves aside to let the Doctor prepare his tea how he will]