Sasha promptly shut the door as soon as the woman turned around to leave. He shook his head and he retook his position in the middle of the room to continue his lunge workout. The brief conversation had left him feeling unsettled. The sense of dread hung around in his stomach for the remainder of his exercises, all the way up until dinner time when it was replaced by hunger. 

Sasha knew dinner would be served soon. If the cafeteria workers followed their usual routine, tonight was grilled chicken night. He kind of wanted to get down there before all that was left were the dry, hard chunks of white meat. He grabbed the book off of his bed and headed down towards the cafeteria. There was a small line already. Sasha silently picked up a tray and took a place in line behind a female patient. She was very meticulously looking over the pieces of meat, taking her sweet time before pointing out the one she wanted. He tried to refrain from rolling his eyes. 

Once he got his food, Sasha went to find a table. He usually sat at the same one every day: all the way in the back, in the corner where no one else would feasibly sit with him. He wasn't much a talker, especially when he was trapped in this hell hole. Making new friends wasn't really his forte. Sasha was much more happy to sit, read, and eat his dinner slowly.