Reuben heard the alarm go off and the lights were automatically turned on shooting a discomfortable feeling through Reuben. He had suffered from Bipolar disorder for as long he could remember, but as of right now he couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary. He wasn't particularly down or up this morning something he appreciated. This seemed to be the start of the first "normal" day in a couple of weeks. He had been a wandering emotional roller-coaster the past couple of weeks ever since the house doctor had changed and adjusted the medication. Reuben hated when people messed with his medication, adjusted them and especially changing them. As of right now he didn't have a say. The contract his mother had signed prior to checking in to the institution gave the doctors the full power to do anything with the patients medication they saw necessary. Wether it was to cut back on medications or give them a high dose causing the patients to fall of balance for days. 

Reuben stepped into his slippers and put his robe on, he rarely got dressed prior to the morning meds as he planned to stay in his room afterwards for another 45 minutes. His medication arrived and he swallowed both pills without hesitation. Usually he would take three pills in the morning but the doctor had cut back on the anti depressions. However Reuben didn't complain, they always made him crazy tired anyways. 

The next 45 minutes Reuben picked up a sketchbook from his drawer, an almost flawless and nearly done sketch of Austin Martin. Reuben had been crushing on Austin ever since Reuben was hospitalized. No one knew Reuben was gay. Not even his own parents. Once one of the nurses came in calling Reuben for breakfast he clinched the piece of paper in his palm as a pure reaction avoiding getting caught with the drawing. He hid it in the trash and ran over to the cafeteria alongside the others.