"Who is-" Benjamin began, but he cut off when he noticed someone standing next to him. He looked up and sighed in relief when he noticed it was Sara and he returned the smile. One look behind him learned him Marc was a few tables behind her. "Who is dead?" he whispered. While he didn't want the staff hearing him ask that question, Sara being an exception, he knew no-one could hear Dia's reply to it.
He pulled the soup closer to him, it had spilt a bit and some of it hung on the side, but he wiped it away. It would be best if no-one saw him look at nothing, so instead he took his spoon and played a bit with his soup until it was cooled down, leaning with his head on his free hand. 

Marc looked to where Sara was as he placed some medicine on a table, he noticed how bored Benjamin looked. But he wasn't alone, a girl on the other side had her arms crossed and just looked at the wall while tapping her foot. Maybe the bored patients were better than those staring in the distance while rocking back and forth, at least they still had some grasp on reality.