[center]Lobby – Ground Floor, Residential Building
12:15 PM, Clair “Left Feet” Blues[/center]

Clair Blues’ classes just ended and now she waited in the lobby for her insulin shot. She would have been capable of doing it herself but Open Roads has strict rules regarding “weapons”, where needles fall into, and “drugs”, what insulin is. She checked her wrist watch, 12:15. [i]Fifteen minutes equals to three bites. Lunch last for an hour, an hour equals to twelve bites which equal to a quarter meal. Three bites equals one-eighth of a meal. One-eighth of a meal wasted waiting.[/i] She thought.

Clair hoped that Open Roads would be a little lenient with the schedule since she would love to eat a complete meal for once. Her therapist said that her habit of ‘savoring every bite’ was due to her life in the street where food tends to be scarce and she’s forced to ration any food she could find. She knows there is some truth to that and so she’d been trying to kick the habit but progress is slow going. The staffs have been motivating her to eat normally and they keep reinsuring her that food won’t run out as long she’s in Open Roads. That’s the thing holding her back – [i]as long as she’s in Open Roads[/i] – and what if she’s not in Open Roads anymore? Nope, kicking the habit will take a long while.

She looked in the clinic wondering why the nurses are taking their sweet time. The shelter doesn’t have a large medical staff, just enough to hold down the fort. She couldn’t see much from where she was peaking from so she decided to search for a nurse before she waste more time doing nothing. She grab her crutches, stood up and went inside. Of course with her slow pace, it didn’t took long for a medical staff to notice her and was shown to a bed to wait – again – for her insulin. Irritated, Clair decided to do a little more ‘walking’. [i]They can sit me down once they finally have my insulin.[/i] She was in the middle of head-rant when she came across another guest in the clinic, a girl who has a basin between her legs and her head hanging over it. Clair read the girls chart without picking it up. Levi, 16 – Detox/Withdrawal. Maybe out of curiosity or boredom, Clair felt like introducing herself.

“Hi, name’s Clair but people just call me Left-Feet. How you doing?” She gave the girl her friendliest smile.

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