Benjamin was in the living room with a book he had found in the small bookcase. It wasn't that good, but it was entertaining enough to keep him occupied. There wasn't much else to do around here anyway. 
Some patients seemed to enjoy themselves here; a group of girls had formed a friendship and just chatted away, but he didn't feel like mingling with them. They all had their issues and from what he could see he wouldn't fit in.

He thought about Artemis a few times; she had seem really nervous about the meeting with the psychiatrist and he hoped it had gone well.