Miyuki heard the soft, questioning plea for help and she wavered. No one ever asked her for help, no one expected her to be useful. She looked up, her eyes meeting those of her restrained roommate for a fraction of a second. The woman was saved from having to contemplate his request, however, by the orderly that entered the room. She paid this new man to particular attention other than to rise to her feet and turn towards the door. Eating had not even occurred to Miyuki, and a small part of her resisted leaving the room. Not that the orderly would know.<br/><br/><em>Food? I don't need food. I certainly haven't done anything to deserve it.</em>