Sylvia watched the older male with a blank expression, her hands resting in her lap. She felt slightly...intimidated by the man even if he looked like a regular priest, an old fear the might not leave her. She bowed her head slowly and offered a small smile, one that she knew didn't reach her eyes. 

"A pleasure, Father. My name is Sylvia though I'd prefer Sylv, may I ask...why are you here?" She asked with a slight furrowing of her brows. A yawn escaped her lips and a blink had her attention focusing on the familiar face of the other male. Confusion filled her as she thought back to the project that had to do, she sat up straighter and waited for a response to her question. Her unease vanishing as she tired to pull her mind together of the night her mother had visited. She remembered bits and pieces but how she arrived at the hospital eluded her, fingers flexing against the white blanket Sylvia tries to remember. 

Nurse Gina placed the phone back on its cradle and rubbed her temples. The line was busy and she'd already called three times. Picking up Sylvia's clipboard and turning on her heel, she made her way back to her patients room. She'd either have to call later or see what could be done as an alternative. [@Briza]