“Miss Stevens!” Came a frantic voice,”Are you alright?” 
It was the nurse from before. She was standing just inside the door, which was standing open. The young dark-haired nurse had a frightened expression on her face as she rushed over to Delilah’s bedside. Her eyebrows were arched upward and her forehead mottled in lines of worry. She clasped Delilah’s shoulder gently with both hands. The room was the same as before, the nightstand, the small end table with the assorted gifts, the single burning light above. Then there was the overhead clock, which stated the time as 8:05 A.M.

“Are you alright?” Repeated the nurse still grasping Delilah’s shoulder, her voice was calmer but her concern lingered. “Excuse me.” Came a lower pitched male voice. Standing in the open doorway was [u][url=https://preview.ibb.co/fkzXZe/3418750_B_62_F7_41_DA_ABB4_6_BB55_A12_DB85.jpg]a doctor[/url][/u], an older man with a Snow White beard and hair, which was receding back across his head. He held a clipboard before him and a black pen perched on his right ear. He was initially looking at the nurse, then his gaze drifted toward Delilah. His face lit up and he lowered the clipboard to his right side. “Miss Stevens,” He chirped, pushing the door shut behind him,”welcome back!”

He briskly crossed the room, taking long, broad steps. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he approached her bedside.