Snippet #2462006

Oli flinched at Cleo's touch, keeping his eyes trained on the worn lunch table that was slowly carving images into itself.
"Do you want to go to your room, where there are less people?" Was all he caught in his rising panic.
"Y-yes. I'll go to my room..." He decided as he stood up abruptly, trying to keep his voice as level as possible, sparing her a look. That was a mistake. Cleo's voice was no longer coming from Cleo, and the sight he saw made him stumble back, knocking into another patient.
He muttered a dazed good-bye before running off, pushing his way out the lunchroom doors and down the halls. Oli was in his room, safely locked away, in a matter of minutes, pressing the 'Nurse Call' button far too many times, knowing good and well that there was a good chance that no nurse would actually come.