Sarah was sitting on a chair near the window staring outside with her headphones on. This time she had chosen the view near the front desk. The music she was listening too blocked out most other sounds. When she wasn't staring outside she was silently looking at the lady behind the desk. She still didn't know the name of the front desk lady and she didn't care either. Sarah sighed and stared outside again. She had just had her meds and she hoped they wouldn't have any side effects. The music in her ears helped her, it always had. But the annoying messages always came trough. 

With another sigh, Sarah lifted one side of the earphones to listen. Great, a horror movie or a cooking lesson. Sarah really just wanted to go to her room or sit somewhere quiet. And some girl, she hadn't known at all, left. Good for her. 
But the therapist had urged her to seek contact. To socialise. If she wouldn't go, more therapy sessions would follow for sure and again she would have to explain why she was not seeking any contact.
Maybe she would do the cooking. The therapist had said that if she'd cook herself it might give her more appetite. The little amounts she ate had been concerning the staff. On the other hand, in a movie she could just slip on her earphones and listen with her eyes closed to the music. No one would notice and she wouldn't have to talk to anyone. Sarah shook her head. The cooking thing probably was the smarter thing to do.

Sarah's eyes were drawn to the front desk when one of the other residents slapped her hand on the desk. That was a bit odd. And if Sarah had to be honest it wasn't the only odd thing going on around here but she couldn't put her finger on it.
Sarah got up and followed the other woman, maybe give a word of encouragement. One could become best friend in 6 months.
She glanced towards the clock. Sarah had taken her medication during breakfast at 7 am, which meant somewhere between 9 and 10 the meds should work at their best. Last time she spoke to her doctor about he said he would fix it. But Sarah wasn't so sure. 

Sarah stopped when she heard someone talk to Sienna and looked at Sienna. Sienna didn't look well indeed. Sarah hoped it wasn't a stomach bug or the flu going around. "Perhaps some water?" Sarah offered. This should count as being social Sarah wondered what the therapist would see as an adequate level of socialising before she could mind her own business again.