Alaric squeezed her eyelids more shut to block out the early signs of morning.  She had always been able to wake up at the littlest bit of light, while most people didn't even notice till you could already see the sun in the sky.  She took a deep breath in and opened her eyes.  She had made it through her first night without a nightmare.  The same nightmare.  "It isn't going to last." she thought to herself, "it always shows up and its bound to come back with a fury when the doc points out the multiple things that are wrong with me."<br/><br/>She didn't move.  She just laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the thought in the back of her head that nothing was wrong with her.  She knew there were multiple things wrong with her, that she was probably the worse one in this ward.<br/><br/>She watched the ray of sun rise higher on her wall.   It was hours after she had awoken that she heard the nurses shuffling about on her floor outside her door.  They were clearly preparing for the day, getting charts, medication, making coffee and probably locking things.  With that last one, Alaric thought it was probably best they locked stuff up before they let her out.  She'd never done anything violent, that she can remember.  Still, better to be prepared because you never know, she thought again.<br/><br/>She finally sat up after laying still for so long.  She slipped on the blue socks the provided her, the ones with the grips on the bottom, and just set her feet on the floor.  The doctor would be coming soon to introduce himself and probably get the preliminary questioning over.  She didn't know what to expect.  Alaric didn't want to cry in front of the doctor so she silently cried for a little bit to try and get it out of her system.  "It's not going to do any good," a voice chimed in.  And with that, the crying suddenly stopped, like someone turning off a faucet.