I walked out of the dining room with the rest of the patients so we could go down to the cafeteria. I'm off restriction since it's been three days and they feel I'm safe enough to go off the unit. We followed Ryan to the elevator and got on it. I hate elevators since I'm claustrophobic. I took deep breaths until we finally reaches the first floor. I was the first one off so that I could calm down. "You okay?" Angie asked.
"F-Fine. I-I don't l-like s-s-small spaces," I said. They nodded and we started walking again. Once we finally got to the cafeteria we had to go through a line kind of like at school. It's smaller, though. They gave us a small salad, meatloaf, and some corn. We also got some juice to drink. We have a specific table to sit at with our BHT and it's away from the other pati
