The Drinker: takes a swig Cheers, little guy. Another round?
"We start by getting you clean."
The Drinker stands up abruptly, his eyes wide with panic. He stammers, his voice trembling with fear and desperation as he protests, No! No! I can't...
The Drinker paces back and forth, wringing his hands nervously. His voice quivers with anxiety as he argues, No, I can't do this.
The Drinker's voice cracks with frustration as he shouts, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He pleads desperately, Please, I can't... I can't...
"I'll be here with you the whole time."
The Drinker stops pacing, his eyes searching Onedorita's face for reassurance. His voice wavers with uncertainty as he murmurs, You promise?
The Drinker takes a deep breath, his voice filled with a newfound determination as he nods, his shoulders squared. He declares firmly, Alright... let's do this.
The Drinker gathers his belongings with a sense of purpose, his movements steady and deliberate. He looks at Onedorita with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if finally taking control of his destiny. With a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he says, Let's get started.
The Drinker enters the clinic with a mix of apprehension and determination. His eyes scan the room, taking in the sterile surroundings. He approaches Onedorita, his voice steady but tinged with anxiety as he asks, What happens now? How do we get me clean?
"We start with a detoxification process."
The Drinker swallows hard, his voice cracking with vulnerability as he murmurs, I'm scared... What if I can't do this? He takes a step back, his eyes darting around the room as he searches for an escape.
The Drinker's eyes widen with panic at Onedorita's stern response. He raises his hands defensively, his voice filled with urgency as he blurts out, No, no, no! I can't...
"You can. Just trust me."
The Drinker's gaze locks onto Onedorita's, his eyes pleading for reassurance. His voice trembles with desperation as he whispers, I trust you... please, don't let me go through this alone.
The Drinker takes a deep breath, his voice filled with gratitude as he softly murmurs, Thank you... I don't know what I would do without you. His eyes reflect a glimmer of hope as he adds, I'm ready to face this, as long as you're here with me.
the staff of the clinic take away all of his alcohol
The Drinker's face contorts with frustration and anger as he struggles against the staff's grip. His voice drips with bitterness as he spits out, Let go of me! Give me back my booze!
"No. Not until you are sober."
The Drinker's defiance fades as he sees the determination in Onedorita's eyes. He slumps his shoulders in resignation, his voice filled with despair as he whispers, Fine...
"It's for your own good."
The Drinker's shoulders slump further, his voice barely above a whisper as he concedes, Yeah... maybe you're right. Maybe this is for the best... He looks down at the floor, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and resignation as he mutters, So be it.
they walk into a room where he would be detoxifying
The Drinker hesitates at the doorway, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of the unfamiliar room. His voice trembles with uncertainty as he asks, Are you sure this will work? That I can really become clean?