Pia sat on her bed with her legs drawn up her chest to act like a table for her sketchpad. She was so pleased to find out that they would let them draw in the asylum. She didn't draw a lot before she was committed, but it helped calm her down and keep her from expiring from sheet boredom during her stay. But eventually, everything got a little boring and now she was starting to wish for some company.

She rolled out of bed and arched her back until it popped. There had to be a way to get more pillows or something. She never realized how uncomfortable it could get sitting like that until it was too late. She grabbed her pad and pencil and wandered out to the leisure room. A small smile drifted onto her face at the sight of people chatting and drawing. 

Then, someone shouted something about the outside. She didn't know what to make of the outburst, so she pretended like she didn't hear it and hurried over somewhere to sit. She ended up in an armchair beside a girl sitting the way she sat on her bed just moments ago, only with no sketchpad. She noticed her- uh, her brother was talking to someone beside her, but she couldn't tell how involved the girl was in the conversation, so she kept her greeting brief. "Hi," She said softly and settled down cross-legged in the chair. Just being around other people instantly made her feel a little better. Maybe it was the walk over that got her blood circulating, too. She opened up her book on her lap to a fresh page.