<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Cynthia’s protest was overlooked, of course, the intent to get off the bed all the stronger after the mention of breakfast. She didn’t want to eat here! She didn’t want to be here period and being forced to shower in a strange place with a strange woman in the room had already unnerved her more than she cared to admit. All that she wanted, no - <strong>needed</strong> was her room in the dive apartment - her things set up the way she needed them to be, her routine.<br/><br/>Small, slipper covered feet never even had a chance to touch the floor, the blue pants of an orderly coming into her view as she stared at the tiled floor, a sigh sounding at the voice that intervened with her plans to go back home. Again, the mention of breakfast with the other girl and a doctor - two things that she just wasn’t comfortable with. Why didn’t they understand that and just let her go?!<br/><br/>“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..” The words were mumbled under her breath, fingers ticking off the numbers till she felt some measure of control. “You are in my space.” The words were only slightly louder, the faint quiver of her voice telling just how out of sorts she was right then. Too many people around her and the orderly’s body was not moving, forcing her to choose between sitting there or allowing another body to touch her own. Considering so many people had already touched her in the span of a few hours, she was forced to argue with herself on whether she could handle another. His attention shifting towards the red head girl frustrated her, she wanted him to move and his unwillingness to do so kept her at the impasse created. </span></div>