Sara dropped her cup, moving to grab it before it hit the table before she looked up to Benjamin with wild, fearful eyes. Her breathing calmed when she realized it was him who was touching her moving to put the now empty cup on the table with a weak smile.
"You say I have a different relationship with them." She said with a bit of a laugh, "They're only nice to me because Vivian tells them to be." She gave a small sigh before she moved her hands to her face to rub her temples.
"They still treat me like a patient. They stare at me whenever I try and eat in the Staff Room. No one takes me seriously when I report a medical problem about the other patients. There's no one here who [i]don't[/i] see me as a mental person." She started to raise her voice slightly, now to a normal speaking level instead of barely above a whisper.

She dropped her voice back down as she felt her shoulders drop back and tears ebb at her face.
"I'm... Not crazy. I'm haunted by this voice. She's... Not nice." She continued with a bit of a sigh. "And Marc, as lovely as he is, doesn't... seem to believe me." She stared at the table.
"He... took me for a date. Last night. It was nice, but I don't think he thinks I'm a [i]sane[/i] person."