After an unspeakable amount of time on the toilet, I wash my face and wait on my bed.
What I am waiting for I am not sure, but in this sort of place, all you need to do is wait before people do things for you.
Sophia begins to mess around with the sheets on her bed and tells us that a staff member will come around to check our sheets to make sure that we don't have any contraband items like pencils, shoelaces, or medicine. These things are potential tools for self-harm, so it makes sense for the hospital to confiscate such things.
Only, it's a bit strange to see all these sneakers without their laces...
Right, there was another thing that bothered me: the shoes. Everyone was given a pair of slippers and some weird, rubbery socks when they came in, but I noticed that some of the girls were fine jjust walking around barefoot yesterday in their pajamas. Most of them exclusively wear their shoes, but don't they feel dirty just taking off their shoes to get into bed? It's unnatural! Outdoors shoes should never be this close to beds!
After inspections, we are called to wait in the hallway for breakfast. Names are called one by one by the food lady, who hands out black trays with seemingly identical portions of food in their indents, as the girls file in one after the other to sit at small tables. It doesn't feel like a lunchline at school, but rather a picnic during a fieldtrip.
Breakfast is sausage and eggs, American-style. In my opinion, they look no different from generic school lunches, but the girls exclaim how lucky they are and wolf it down.
I looked down at my tray in confusion. This is exactly the type of frozen food my family has when we forget to buy groceries.
...It seems that I am very blessed?
Now that I've seen everyone with proper consciousness, I realize that I am the only asian person here. Though many of the girls have dark hair, none come close to the jet-black strands on my head. While a little dissapointed, I am a bit relieved at this, since it accounts for many of the things that I have found uncomfortable thus far.
For example, rice. There's no rice. Absolutely none, it's insane.
There are meats, protein, a roll of bread... no vegetables. What's the point of having a nutritionist if this sort of tomfoolery is allowed?
Hm, yes, I seem to be very, very blessed.
As expected, there are some girls who can't bring themselves to eat, and spend the entire breakfast looking listless and silent, eventually throwing away their tray's entire contents.
It makes me cringe, so I don't look at them. Unfortunately, my roommates, who had sat in front of me, are poking at their food with disgusted expressions, and Makayla has a wandering sight that always flicks to the trashcan.
I understand not being able to eat it, but can't you preserve the food? It's tasteless, but it's still food ah!