Here you were, the faint smell of hand sanisitiser and childish drawings of rainbows brought you back to the reality of everything that had happened..."During the incident." It seems you were rescued. Ghosts can't sit on beds...right?

"Patient 028?"

A man calls out to you. His voice is blunt, but more comforting in tone than the intimidation associated with that voice.

"I am your Doctor. Or Pediatrician, if you want it complex." ...Atleast you weren't dead, huh?