Once Delilah felt more confident in her feet, she released the bed and stood for a moment, just to make sure . Her eyes wandered around the room, noticing the it lacked many things that other hospitals had. While she examined the room, she noticed the small table that sat next to the bed, and the items it contained. A small vase with wilted red roses. An unopened box of chocolates, and an unopened envelope. Someone had been here. Surely the hospital staff didn't bring those for her. She figured she'd open them after a while, and turned her attention back to the door, where she was originally heading. She took a cautious step, then another, and another, until she was upon the door. 

Delilah paused and took a moment to catch her breath. She felt like she had ran 3 miles without slowing down. Reaching up, she gently wrapped her arm around the right side of her ribs, and with a heavy exhale, she reached for the doorknob and twisted it. As she pulled the door open, she was greeted by a sight most unsettling. When the door was open enough for her to walk through, Delilah stared out into the hall. It was dark. There were no sounds. Nothing, except the still flatlining heart monitor, and her shallow breathing. No light whatsoever, and nobody. Not that she could see. 

Delilah stared for a moment, her heart started to beat a little faster. Why was it so dark? And where was everyone? Brows furrowed in confusion, Delilah cleared her sore throat and called out, "Hello?" There was no answer. No light was flipped on. Nothing. There was no way she was going out there. Uh uh. It was dark. She stood there for a moment, telling herself she wasn't going out there. It wasn't happening. She took a step forward. Then another, and another. Apparently, she was doing this. "Hello!" She was standing, in what she assumed was the middle of the hall now, the only light, coming from the one inside the room she had just left.