The doctor glanced at his clipboard briefly, then looked back up to Delilah,”Twenty-eight days.” He said flatly. The nurse released hold of Delilah and stepped back, turning to the doctor,”I heard her scream just as I was coming into the room Doctor Phillips.” The doctor stepped closer to the end of Delilah’s bed, his aged face held a look of slight concern.

“Are you in severe pain?” Asked the Doctor,”Is something bothering you?”

“She seemed to have been having a nightmare, Doctor.” The nurse said.

“A nightmare?” The Doctor questioned the nurse, his face now hardening with inquiry. The nurse nodded sheepishly as he stared at her. He then looked to Delilah, his face like stone, his brow furrowed.
After a minute he exhaled heavily and then stepped around to Delilah’s right side.

“Is that true, Miss,” he asked,”were you having a nightmare, or are you in harsh physical pain? Please be completely honest with your answer.” He finished sternly.