“Miss Stevens!” Came the voice of [u][url=https://preview.ibb.co/fkzXZe/3418750_B_62_F7_41_DA_ABB4_6_BB55_A12_DB85.jpg]Doctor Phillips[/url][/u]. The doctor was standing to Delilah’s right, grasping her shoulder and forearm firmly. His weathered hands were warm and rather rough. His aged face was writhed into heavy concern. He looked Delilah in the face intently as he held her in place, his dark brown eyes bore into her. The hospital room looked the exact same still as he had prior. The end table, the IV machine and heart monitor, the digital wall clock, the gifts laid across the table across the room, it was all still there. The clock read the time as 9:04 P.M. The darkness of night could be seen through the window.

     “Night terrors?” Asked the doctor impulsively, releasing his hold on her and reaching for his clipboard, which lay beside Delilah on the bed, the Doctor having dropped it there when he reached to comfort her.