<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Being pulled from the routine to be taken to yet another room did little to keep Piper from feeling all the more disconcerted and uncomfortable, a feeling that skyrocketed the moment others started being escorted in to take seats. Add in that there were too many chairs and none of them were in the -right- place and she was close to having a full blown panic attack.<br/><br/>While she tried to ignore the fact that everything in the room was utterly wrong, in the end, she ended up trying to move the chairs to positions - an act that had orderlies torn between forcing her to sit and leaving her be, the decision made finally to let her pull one chair to a place that she could at least sit and not hyperventilate, though as far as compromises went - it wasn’t one. She fidgeted, she squirmed, she picked at the thin hospital clothing - anything to try to and distract herself from the near overwhelming urge to try and move the furniture.<br/><br/>What gave her pause was the voice that suddenly filled the room, dark eyes shifting towards the woman who took a seat in the lone black chair, a frown forming at those words. She had thought the day couldn’t get worse and yet now she found herself in a room with strangers and expected to talk? Not surprising then that she pulled slender legs up into the chair, arms wrapping around her ribs carefully, eyes drifting to the window to stare out at the trees that dominated the view.</span></div>