Snippet #2345202

Greg refused breakfast when some nurse walked up and questioned him as to why he wasn't eating. To him, it was annoying that they cared at all, and if someone didn't eat it was a sign or something. Maybe someone's just not hungry, every think of that? Rolling his eyes as the nurse walked away, he noticed someone sit at the table away from him, looking like he was trying to avoid... well everyone. Good luck with that, he thought, looking around the nurse's, but none of them seemed to care that Aiden nor himself were alone. The thought made Greg smile a bit, but it wasn't full of much happiness.
"Hey, Aiden, did ya not get enough sleep last night?" Greg said to the other, who had his head on his arms and looked like he was going to fall asleep. He tried to keep his voice down though, not wanting others to look over. He figured Aiden didn't even want him to talk to him, but he couldn't help himself. To him, the more a person tried to not talk, the more he wanted them to talk. It was weird. For instance, seeing everyone with each other when he came in made him not want to talk to them, even if he was okay with big groups. Just talking to someone who was alone or secluding himself seemed a better option. "You look exhausted," he added, frowning a bit. He remembered trying to get sleep when he first came to the asylum. Not fun. Not to mention the beds kinda sucked. After about the third week he opted for having the blanket as a cushion of sorts on the bed, instead of an actual blanket.
Before Aiden could even answer, a girl sat down by Greg and introduced herself as Anna, causing Greg to jump a bit but smile anyways. "Uh, hi, Greg," he said, looking over her. Was she new?