Benjamin didn't notice Dia was back, he sat in the corner with his head in his arms, trembling over his body. He didn't even know how long he had been sitting there... it could have been minutes, it could have been days. It felt all the same. He knew he was able to deal with places like this on good days. The problem was he already had a claustrophobic attack the previous day and while he had gotten over that with the tranquillizer they had injected, ever since he felt like tiptoeing on a line. It was manageable when he kept himself busy, but he needed more room to move.

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"Then we'll go for the apple pie," Marc said. "I'll go order at the counter, you can wait here, or..." he gestured to the books as he got up. 
He was glad Sara was talking to him again, but he didn't feel like going into the subject of doctors. What if he'd make another remark that would make distance her again, like in the car? He didn't want to go through that again, he'd much rather see her happy and smile, as she could do here.