"Oh." She nodded, forcing a smile, seated, seated by the male nurse. She felt very much like a zombie, or something that could be better controled, maybe a robot. . .
She shrugged, fiddling with her hair, which was cut short, badly, too. Instead of listening to how to take her hair extensions out, they'd opted to chop them out.
"Failed my weigh-in yesterday, by like, a quarter of an ounce, so they made me eat this Kalteen bar, and I fet like throwing up. They called Shawn and told him they think I'm starving myself now because I refused dinnr last night, but they made meat loaf and I'm allergic to onions, and it was smothered in them and inside of it, so I didn't eat it." She shrugged, obviously not herself, her voice was hoarse because she refused to talk to many people.