Zebby smiled when Josh moved into a sitting position, taking a seat next to him on the couch. She felt truly exstatic to see him again. She'd thought something had happened to him, since she hadn't seen him in so long! But he was still in one piece, still alive.

"We know," she said to his "haven't seen you in ages" comment. "It's been so long, hasn't it. We were actually starting to worry about you." I was starting to worry too! Kelsie chimed in. Zebby rolled her eyes. "Kelsie was worried too." Do you still have a crush on him or something? Zebby asked. No.. Kelsie replied, unconvincingly. ..Maybe. Zebby chuckled lightly, shaking her head slightly. You're hopeless, she commented. I know, Kelsie laughed.

"We're.. good," Zebby lied. "You?" She wouldn't tell him her attacks were getting worse. If she'd worried about him, he would probably do the same for her. She didn't want him to worry about her. He was already under enough stress in this place. It's still wrong to lie, Kelsie chimed. What if you attack Josh? Why did Kelsie have to make such good points? He can handle himself, Zebby thought, trying to convince Kelsie and herself. Josh was strong enough, right?

Government inspection.

Those two words had caused such turmoil over the past few days, he was almost unsure of whether he was still awake. Had he slipped into a coma induced by an over dosage, or were these strange changes really happening around the asylum? The staff were suddenly acting almost nice, even though they still jabbed a painful needle in his arm and injected drugs into his blood to keep him from blacking out and making a fuss about things as he usually did. They hadn't quite closed off the cells, but they were only being used in what an inspection would consider necessary situations. So... that didn't exactly keep him clear of the hot water. His attacks were violent and full of rage, and that gave them perfect excuses as to why he could still be regularly detained. He scowled even as he thought of this, hating them.

Josh shuddered slightly as he felt the needle pierce his skin, still unable to get used to the fear that gripped him during the process. Stupid phobia of needles, wasn't a very good thing to have when getting shots was an almost daily thing. He wanted to strike the woman holding it, but seeing as his hands were cuffed behind his back for safety reasons, it was pretty much impossible. God damn it, this sucked. As he sat there, loathing them for dragging him into such a place, labeling him as clinically insane, an idea came to him, and he let his dark hair fall across his face to conceal the smirk that had appeared there.

They had to be careful of their actions. But he didn't.

In the heat of the moment, his brain started to go into overdrive. Maybe... just maybe... there was a chance that he could worm his way out of this place. The staff here didn't listen to a single thing that the patients said, ever. But these government inspectors just might be easier to trick with his charming and convincing facade. He hadn't used it in so long, so he'd need to practice so he wasn't rusty when they arrived. Which was... shit. Later today, according to word of mouth. Then he'd need to find someone soon.

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She couldn't calm down. She just couldn't! Josh did not understand. Noone did. Noone ever understood what all of this was about. Panicking all the time, claustrophobia surrounding her wherever she went. Freaking out, loosing her head. Crying. Acting like a total moron. It had always been like this. Always. And when they had realized it, they had put her here. And it didn't matter why or how anymore.

But there was something in his voice. Josh's voice. It was something in the way he acted. He was the only thing even close to a friend she had had here and Margot welcomed it with open arms. She didn't want to screw this up. She didn't want to loose him to. So she tried. Tried to calm down and get herself together. Tried to stop crying and panicking. She turned on the heel of her foot and pressed her back against the cold wall. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm claustrophobic." Margot hardly ever used the word to describe it. She just sort of went with it all and lived like she always had. But aparently she had a "condition" and it had a "name" and there was a "cause". She couldn't care less.

"I'm just being weird," she mumbled, breathing easier. "I just need to calm down and relax. Everything is fine." She muttered to herself. "Let's just keep going." Then she stopped leaning against the wall and shakily went over to Josh. He was stronger than she was. She should just stay with him. Let him take her where she needed to be. She had to put her trust in him and hoped he wouldn't mind.