<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Once she was back in the room, Aishling seemed to calm at least a little bit. Sitting on the edge of her bed helped but the way her heart had thumped at the touch from the doctor made her wary of him. It had been a slightly scary moment, as if he would have done something to her body if he could have. But the smile was earnest even if he didn't let it reach his eyes. He wasn't all bad, right? He was just having to deal with a stressful situation just like she was. As he commented on the nail polish, she found herself focusing on the neatly arranged bottles set up on her dresser. It was hard to focus on it and not listen to the commotion that was slowly dying down outside, but still, she felt her breathing start to ease up a little.<br/><br/>"Thank you...I get two bottles of nail polish every month." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse from not having been able to breathe. But she began to relax in degrees, finding a certain comfort in just talking about something normal. But the color of the blood and the amount of it was still fresh in her mind and made her take a sharp intake of breath. With a small gasp she put her head in her hands and focused on counting to ten like her therapist had said. She needed to calm down or she was going to pass out. Her eyes were shut tight as she counted, forgetting about the doctor for a moment. This was too much in one day. There wasn't any sort of routine and if a routine was made it would be blown to shit! She couldn't handle being here. She needed to go somewhere else. She couldn't stay in this room with that crazy woman. <br/><br/>"Is there anyway I can have a room to myself?" Her voice was small and muffled as she asked, knowing somehow that she couldn't be allowed her own room.</span>