Twenty eight days? Delilah put her hands over face and sighed into them, shaking her head. She shook her head again when the Dr. asked if she was in pain. "No, not really," she said from behind her hands, the response somewhat muffled. Delilah then removed her hands and looked at the Dr. Her eyes glanced between him and the nurse as they spoke, until finally, they rested on the Dr. once more. He was staring at her so intensely, that it almost made her feel uncomfortable. He walked around the bed and came up on her right side. Delilah's eyes followed him. 

He then asked her a question, and asked her to be completely honest with her answer. That made her feel even more uncomfortable. She squirmed a bit and then slowly, pushed herself up into a sitting position. It took a moment, and was accompanied by a few soft groans, but she managed. Once she was sitting up comfortably, she looked back at the Dr. and took a deep breath. Why did she feel like she was being tested? Like this was some sort of trick question? "It was a nightmare," she replied honestly, keeping eye contact with the man. "A man was trying to kill me."