In front of the clinic, taking advantage of Alex's moment of inattention, while talking to his friend, Michael broke free from him and started to run, but he was still too drunk and his legs were not obeying him.
He hit the nearest curb and fell down. He felt the pain and for a moment he had black spots in front of his eyes. He couldn't move and he just raised his head up. He felt a wet trickle on his face, felt its sweetish taste.
“I'm not crazy!” He started screaming as Alex caught up with him.
“You are not!” Picking up from the ground, Alex calmed him. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to his friend's forehead. “You'll stay a few days to detox.”
“I'm not crazy!” He continued to defend himself. “You must have my permission to lock me here!”
"Michael, I know you are
