What a Breakfast ~Scotland~

[Cameron Lain Gillespie]

Cameron woke up after a night that he felt he hadn't slept at all. He must have had a sleepwalking episode, normally he did not feel so crappy after waking unless he had. He pushed up and sat in his bed before stretching. He was not able to stretch his legs and he wished he could, but on the bright side he could not feel them so it was easier if there was a pain that had been in his foot. He was glad that he couldn't feel them even if it limited him.

He reached over and pulled over his chair before getting himself into it. He did not both changing out of his pajamas, even if the staff might have wanted him to. He was just wearing simple plaid pajamas of a green and blue color. Once he was seated in his chair he reached over and pulled his legs down and readjusted himself in the chair. He pushed on his chair over to grab a brush so he could come his hair out straight. He would need to take a shower this evening but was not worried about it this morning.

After he was done getting ready Cam turned his chair and went out of the room. He was now down the hallway and looked around. There was a little morning bustle as he pushed himself down the hallway. The only thing that was on the eighteen year old's mind was food. He did not care about what it might have tasted like or any such thing, he just needed to fill his stomach. That was the most important part. Before he was put here he would get up in the middle of the night due to his sleep eating disorder and he would get food, sometimes things that were not food, and he would not be hungry whatsoever until about lunch. He was glad that he was not able to do it at the moment, he was able to enjoy a lovely breakfast.

Finally he arrived at the Cafeteria and sat there at the door for a few moments before shifting forward. One nice part about being in a wheelchair was that you rarely had to carry anything, it all went in your lap instead, yes that was very nice. He looked around, there was a little more bustle in here. He had not really made any 'friends' since he had arrived so after he got his breakfast and an orange juice he pushed over to the end of a table and lifted the tray up and began to eat. It was okay this morning, the orange juice most definitely satisfied his thirst and the food did for his hunger. Though it was most definitely not a Full Scottish Breakfast, that he was used to back at the Scotland asylum. He missed his eggs, back bacon, sausage, buttered toast, backed beans, he never cared for coffee or tea. He missed his black pudding, sliced sausage, tattie scones and his fried tomatoes. Sometimes he would have white or fruit pudding and oatcakes, though he never cared for haggis, but still would never refuse it. Yes, he missed his meals that he would get. He did want some porridge which he could not find any. It was obvious to those who noticed, that he was probably lonely sitting there at the table and somewhat out of place.