Benjamin nodded to Sara and turned his attention to Marc as he spoke to them. "Actually," he said, "I would like an appointment with the psychiatrist about my medication. Maybe if I tell her again that I don't need it, she will opt for another therapy and then you and I don't have to go through the same conversation over and over again." He showed the broadest smile he could master. "Good plan?"

Marc shrugged and noted it on his medication list. "Whatever you want, Benjamin. I'll ask for an appointment." After that he went to the next table to give the patients what they needed.

"It's going to be absolutely pointless," Benjamin predicted as he too ate from the soup. "But maybe, with a bit of luck, they will see that I'm not causing any harm with my delusions or hallucinations or whatever they call it, even without any medication."
One could always hope, but he wouldn't bet any money on them agreeing with him.