<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Feeling the weight of the nurse’s eyes on her, she turned slightly so that the profile of her face was all that the nurse could see, silent as she waited. The shift in personality was a stark difference from just a short time earlier and it was only her arms wrapped around her sides and the pain radiating from her sides that kept her from hunching over further than she already was.<br/><br/>When the nurse moved to knock on the door, she followed slowly to step out into the hallway, those near obsidian eyes kept lowered to stare at the tiles of the floor as if the meaning of life was written there in the design of the tiles. It was the press against the middle of her back that sent a shudder up her spine and had her trying to suck a breath in, the words that sounded low and almost breathless. “Please do not touch me.” Had it been any other time she might have given over to the pondering of what made others want to touch so much - a trait that she did not have and did not like - but at that moment, all that mattered to her was getting away from everyone so she could curl up.<br/><br/>Not that she got what she wanted, of course not, she never got what she wanted. Or needed for that matter. Beside the point, the nurse kept her hand against her back, slight pressure increasing whenever a turn was needed or she slowed down too much. It unnerved her and left her with the distinct uncomfortable sensation crawling along her skin that made her want to turn around and go back to the showers to scour her skin off.<br/><br/>The trek was one that she had no recollection of making before, each turn down another hall new to her so that she soon felt lost and unsure of where she had started from. Not that staring at the floor gave her any real idea of where she was going or coming from, but she had no desire to meet the eyes of those in the hall. Relief should have come with the stopping in front of a door that the nurse opened, the place that was suppose to be her little sanctuary, but as usual, that failed to be the case when the nurse promptly shut the door once more and moved back down the hall.<br/><br/><em>Tell her you want to lie down. Tell her to stop leading you around like some puppy on a leash.</em> The voice filtered through her mind and brought a faint hiss of a breath sucked in too deeply, the frown forming across smooth features though she never got to utter a word, the question of breakfast asked almost nonchalantly. It was that question which brought a flick of her eyes upwards, a sigh sounding before the mistake of shrugging thin shoulders was made, the sharp stab of pain bringing a tight wince across deathly pale features.<br/><br/>Did she get a choice in the matter? Of course not, she was paraded down the hall and into the elevator to be carried downstairs, further confusing her sense of direction. That alone was enough to leave her anxious and coupled with the pain each breath created, it was rapidly growing worse. She said nothing while the nurse led her around, offered nothing when the chair was produced for her to sit in and only glanced to her when she lowered herself to sit beside her.<br/><br/>Yes, she had plenty of questions, but unlike Danni and Mona, she was not one to talk. Was not one to bring attention onto herself. Rather, she far preferred to be left alone and ignored. It made life easier and when she was left alone, the blackouts didn’t happen. Shifting her eyes back to the table, she shifted in her chair and tightened her arms wrapped around her sides and tried to ignore the smells of food cooking wafting through the dining hall. Here was to hoping that she’d get to eat as well and that this was not some torment she had to sit through.</span></div>