It took a moment before Delilah really started to calm down. Even when she did, the heart monitor was still beeping rather quick, and her breaths were uneven and shakey. She groaned softly and closed her eyes, her hand reaching up to cover them. It was just a dream. It had all been a dream. Even the nurse, who was standing at her side, trying to calm her, had been a dream. She wasn't now, obviously, but she had been there. 

When she heard another voice, a deeper, male voice, she finally lifted her hand and opens her eyes. They searched the room until she found the source of the voice. It had come from the door. An older man with white hair stood there, and just his presence there, seemed to help her calm down that much more. She watched as he walked across the room and around the bed, coming up to the opposite side of the nurse. He had asked how she was feeling. The same thing the nurse had asked in her dream. The answer was still the same. 

"Alright, I suppose," she responded as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she offered a small smile. "How long have I been here?" In the dream, it had been 4 weeks, or close to it.