Exo. (continued shitty creepypasta)

Sweating and breathing heavy, I looked around my dull white room, with only the beeps and hums of medical machines by my bedside. A pink haired nurse entered with a clipboard in hand and concern in her voice as she asked me if everything was alright. I said "Yes, just a nightmare." I then told her what my dream was. When I finished, she had this look of pity painted on her face, despite the only light source to illuminate her was a the pale moonlight coming from the window. She wrote something on her clipboard and placed it on the bedside and took out a syringe. "I just got the thing to get you back to sleep, and in no time you'll feel better by morning." She injected its content in my IV tube and not long after, I was drifting back to that world, but with a sense of calm and peace. Just before my eyes shut, I was able to read the words "Continues to be in denial of past events..." and saw a pale skinned figure with dark blue hair standing at the end of my bed.