Even as he wiped the water from his eyes, Chris's vision was still blurry at the edged, his head swimming. He felt... warm. Too warm. The sort of warm you feel when it's a cold winter night, and you're bundled up under three layers of blankets while the heat goes full blast. Only, in Chris's case, it felt like he was doing all that on a sunny spring afternoon, and with the most uncomfortable sheets in the world, with a heating pad underneath him.
Chris splashed more water onto himself, but all it really accomplished was making him feel dizzy as his brain was chilled from the outside and boiled from the inside. He pulled at his collar, and could almost see the steam rising from underneath as he baked under the relatively thin garment. His hands found the sink as he steadied himself, the sound of the water gushing from the faucet droning into the back of his mind.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Chris wondered if he should seek help from the school after all, when suddenly, Chris felt...
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