The patients exhibit a variety of mental states. Some are too tired to do more than acknowledge you. Some are too energetic to sit still, and talk your ear off about everything and nothing. Some seem normal, but say relatively little. They are here with varying degrees of acceptance, as you quickly find out. Still, none of the complaints rise further than "I want to go home," "This is boring," or "Hospital food sucks." Evidence for the last claim is brought around on an aluminum cart as you wait. Some complain of bad dreams, of course, but that hardly seems out of place here.