Alex took his coffee and looked around. The coffee shop was busy, but he managed to spy an empty table near the window. Careful not to spill any coffee on anyone, he navigated his way to the table and sank down into it. he dumped his backpack on the floor and almost instinctively checked that his pills were still in it. He didn't quite need them yet, but he would before long. He didn't look too bad, having gotten a decent amount of sleep the night before. He was finished lectures for the day, and was glad for that. He'd gotten 87% in an assignment, which he was proud of. His lecturer had took him aside after the lecture and had given him the contact details for a record company that were looking for promising students to work at weekends. So things were going okay for Alex. But he couldn't stay out too long. He had to get back to his apartment and take his medication. Otherwise he'd start to panic and the narcotics wouldn't work as well. But until then, he was going to have his coffee. Then he was going to walk home with his keys in his hand and take the long route home so he'd be on open roads all the time. And then he would be safe and could take his meds. He took a deep breath and let it out, taking a sip of his coffee. Even if today had been a good day in terms of things happening to him, it was a bad day in terms of control. He'd had to leave halfway through a lecture that morning because he could feel a panic attack coming on. He'd had to get the assignment off one of his friends because the panic attack had finished five minutes after the lecture. He'd barely made it to his next one, just in time for his anxiety medication to kick in. He took another deep breath and released it, taking a mouthful of his coffee.