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Georgina, the girl with red hair appeared in front of him and Chris only looked at her with a dazed expression. As if he was hypnotized. At least, he thought it was a girl with red hair, as it was long and he assumed that people with long hair were girls. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't really recognize more than that. Whilst Sarah was paying attention to the surroundings as if she was a guard, Chris started saying things that didn't have anything to do with the current situation. Things like missing the bus, forgetting the mail, just plainly confused speech that couldn't be put in place. He coughed for a moment, as his throat was sore and dry, and continued blabbering in panic about what he had been forgotten. Chris paused for a moment. He just kept staring at Georgina trying to recognize her face, but the stranger didn't ring a bell. But he realized that she was here to help, was she an attendant? He couldn't be bothered. Someone was here to help, and it eased him.
"Did you see that? I swear it was some kind of... it's... I don't remember." He mumbled under his breath, as the hallucinations started to worsen, but soon it would die off. He reached for his spinning head and muttered.
"I don't feel good." Chris almost lost his balance even when sitting, but hauled himself up directly knowing lying on the ground wasn't a proper thing to do.

In the smaller room, that was similair to his own, he felt more at ease. Though, his head still spinning he left his head in his hands muttering unexistant words. It would lift soon, he hoped, with the littlest consciousness he could collect.
"Are you going to.. Are you going to take my cigarettes away? My stuff? I don't have anything. Don't bother taking it." Chris muttered, convinced it was someone from the rehab that dragged him to this room. Even when he was lying, he said he didn't have anything. Though, it was just a gram and it wasn't of best quality; he still owned something that wasn't allowed here and people would make a death for it. If he wasn't careful, he'd be robbed.
"Oh whatever. Just take it. Shit, my heart is racing." He started complaining and reached with shaking hand for his chest. It appeared that Chris had calmed down a slight, since he could speak in a decent manner, but still confused by all the sudden commotion. Catching Georgina's and Sarah's colorful haircolors, it started to spin a slight bit again.
"Can't girls just dye their hair brown for gods sake." He complained softly.