Delilah only half listened as Philips spoke about her frontal lobe. It could be true, what he was saying. She really wasn't sure. Being a surgeon, she didnt deal with the patients much after their surgeries. It still struck her as unusual. Delilah stared down at her blanket, zoning out, deep in thought whennshe sensed Philips beside her, moving. She focused and turned her head, giving the man her full attention now. 

"No," she began with an almost sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head, "no none of that. I don't think. I've never had relationships go that bad for me before. My family is a little crazy, but not abusive. I don't think anyone at work hates me. Not enough to haunt my goddamn dreams like that." Delilah laughed dryly and looked Philips in his eyes. "Is this a new aged Freddy Kreuger," she asked in humored sarcasm.