Theo had already had the battle of breakfast that morning and, in his struggling, had ended up running into a wall and nearly knocking himself out. He had a bruise under a graze in the middle of his forehead where the impact had hit hardest - unless it as a restraining spell of some kind, the staff had been told to avoid using magic where it was unnecessary in case it caused reactions in some of the patients. How Theo had avoided the carefully cast body bind was another matter entirely, but it had happened and it wasn't until his run in with the wall that they'd been able to stop him. They had decided to leave the battle of breakfast as a stalemate and try again at lunch.
Theo was sat the way he tended to when he dissociated, knees pulled up, arms wrapped round them, chin balanced on his knees as he stared at nothing and everything at the same time. He felt cold but he couldn't move to get a blanket. At least he hadn't had to eat.