"How are you feeling today?" Meredith asked, coming into Xander's room, holding his chart.
Xander opened his eyes slowly, wincing slightly in the light. "Um, a little sore."
"Well, that's to be expected," she replied, coming to a stop next to his bed. "They'll be sensitive to light for a few weeks, unfortunately, but the best thing is to let them adjust for a few moments before opening your eyes completely. Sunglasses outside as well."
"I know the drill," he said, nodding. "Dr Grey?"
"Yes?"
"Last night... I thought... I thought I saw something."
Meredith's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Like what kind of something?"
"This is going to sound crazy to you, but it's really not that odd to me, which is even worse... but... I thought... I thought I saw Death. Leading an older woman away."
She stared at him for a moment. "Mr Harris - "
"Xander."
"Xander," Meredieth began. "You've just been through a major surgery, not only to your eye, but to your brain as well, it's only natural that you'd be having some odd dreams."
Xander looked slightly crest fallen that she didn't believe him. "It didn't feel like a dream though... tell me, did an older lady pass away last night?"
"I'm not sure, look..." Meredith took a deep breath. "You just get some rest, ok?"
"I'm not crazy."
"I know, I didn't say you were... just... get some rest and we'll talk later, ok?"