On one hand I hated how numb it made everything. The sounds around me had become nothing more then muffled, distorted murmuring. Hell even the often too salty food tasted now like nothing. I could have eaten cardboard and probably not even noticed the difference.

On the other hand the medicine caused my visions to become nothing more then fleeing glimpses that didn't last more then a second. And even my nightmares were almost completely gone.

I let my tired eyes wander around the common room,  noticing that the blond guy was starring at me once again from across the room. 

When our eyes locked I felt a tingling sensation on my skin. It wasn't like the uncomfortable feeling I normally had when ever we looked at each other, it felt way more like the pleasant pickling. 

I quickly shrugged it off to my medications making me dazed and just continued to stare back at him. 

Maybe he is on some strong medication too. That would  at least explained his emotionless expression and the constant starring. I speculated when suddenly he turned away. For a brief moment I believed that I had won the starring contest for once, until I noticed that he had only turned away to talk to the guy that was sitting next to him. Wow so he can talk after all. I'm wondering what they are talking about? I thought, shifting my attention to the darker skinned man. 

Even in my drugged up state, I could clearly tell that I hadn't seen him before because I highly doubted that I could have forgotten a guy like him. Because he fitted in just as little as the tattooed guy but in a completely different way. 

Where the blond looked more like he was the member of some right wing metal band, the dark-haired guy looked more like a college football star. 

With his wide grin, well formed, muscular body and tanned skin he was really a sight to be hold.

I bet his diagnose is HOTaf. Oh or maybe BFfever? I joked with myself, getting lost in my thoughts. 

I was so occupied with coming up with even more silly abbreviations that I didn't even noticed that he had come over to me and crouched down in front of me. Only when he spoke up I noticed him. "Hey buddy. How are you doing?" 

Wide eyed I stared at him, trying to formulate words but when I opened my mouth to speak, the only think that came out were a strange mix of unintelligent sound and incoherent syllables. 

"Wow you are totally drugged up. Aren't you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly and giving me a smile that could have melted ice. Slowly I nodded not wanting to figure out that it wasn't only the drugs that were scrambling up my brain but also my surprise of being approached by someone as attractive as him. 

Before I had the chance to try to collect my lucid thoughts amd get something more coherent out, he turned around and yelled, "Ey Peter! I think he is high as a kite!"

I follow his line of sight, just to discover that he was talking to the tattooed man. 

Peter...hmm...I wouldn't have guessed his name was that. It's so normal. Almost boring even. It definitely doesn't fit him, considering how scary he looks. I pondered when suddenly the handsome guy interrupted my thoughts. 

"Yeah the name really doesn't fit but don't worry he isn't as scary as he looks." He assured me, making me realize that I had actually spoken out loud. "Oh and by the way I'm Preston." He added while holding out his hand and giving me another heart melting smile.

Confused I looked back and forth between his hand and face. Why the hell is he being so friendly? And how does he know the creepy guy?

There was a lot that didn't add up with the guy. He seemed way to normal and chilled for someone who had only recently end up in a place like this. And that he seemingly was all buddy, buddy with the probably most sketchiest guy in here didn't make sense either. He is handsome for sure but should I really trust him?

While I continued contemplating what to do, he just sat there in front of me, patiently waiting for me to shake his hand. I sighed, finally having convinced myself that I should give him the benefit of the doubt and that I could just ask questions in a few days, when my brain finely stopped being all scrambled up.

The second our hands touched I immediately pulled mine back, to surprised by the strong electric shock I had gotten. I held my hand, still feeling the waves of electricity tingling on my skin and looked at Preston. 

He didn't seem surprised at all, his smiled haven grown even wider. 

I tried to ask what the hell that had been but once again only slurred incoherent noises came out of my mouth. Why the hell has is be so difficult to concentrate for at least a second?! 

Frustrated I tried to speak once again but the same thing as before happened. 

Don't worry Felix we can talk it another time. Because we definitely have a LOT to talk about." The dark-haired man in front of me explained and stood up from his crouching position. 

Before he could leave I grabbed the fabric of his pants, begging him to wait a moment. "I...pills...brain not good." I finally managed to get out. 

With a understanding smile he petted my head sending another flow of electricity through my body. "Don't worry man. We will take care of it. Trust me in a few days you will be back to your old self." He reassured me with a wide grin. 

I shook my head trying to show him that I didn't agree with it. 

It was true that I hated this brain dead state but it was still miles better then being a lunatic with apocalyptic visions. Besides I maybe would have trusted Preston more if he hadn't said 'we', because I was pretty sure that he had meant Peter and himself. And I was definitely not about to trust the creepy blond.

"See you soon, Felix." He said with a playful wink and then returned back to his chair next to the tattooed man. I tired calling after him but there were just too many questions swirling around in my mind. Helplessly I looked after him but both man seemed to occupied with each other to notice, leaving me no real option to turn back towards the window. Blankly I stared at the birds flying from one tree to the other, while questioning what had even just happened.