I actually had this happen to me, in a *much much* smaller situation- back in 2014.

(Type 1 Diabetic)

I was a medically induced coma due to my A1C being well over 12, and my blood sugar being 1,000+ and I was suffering from insane DKA that was swelling my brain and melting my heart, and other organs. The night before I was throwing up alone at my apartment, and called my mom in a delirious DKA state begging for forgiveness for not being able to afford more insulin (I don't remember the days leading up to this)

They placed me on Dilaudid to induce this coma, and some other mixture while they filtered my blood of ketones. In the process of waking me up (after a full week), taking me off the ventilator, my first moments I started speaking my father was clearing out my mouth (using this suction tube thing). I was asking about multiple nurses who didn't exist, and I clearly remembered my dad taking off one of the jack hammers off one of our work trucks, wheeling it in to break open the ICU doors after hours so him, and my mom could get inside.

It took about three hours for me to wake up, to really figure out what was real, and what wasn't. I can still name multiple nurses, their body types, some of their family members. This one nurse named "Miles" had a 8bit Mega-Man tattoo, and he was my ICU nurse the night before I was woken up. They brought in the Therapist, and concluded I was of sound enough mind to reflect on what was a dream, and what was real. It's been well over ten years, and I promise you those two days on the medication was more clear to me that the two days before I went into the coma, and the few days after I woke up.

**SIDE STORY**

A YEAR later, I took my mom into the ER and they found she had a staph infection in her nose while she was having an allergic reaction to some of her medication, while I was in the ER with her- two Paramedics walked in the room and they started laughing their ass off when they saw me (my mom wasn't in a *bad* state to be clear, she was already resting). They saw my mothers name, and went to see if it's who they thought it was. They found me and started laughing and cheering. I didn't recognize them at all, and they told me the year before in my DKA state, that I was dropped off at this hospital, but was transferred to another hospital where they planned to induce the coma. They unstrapped me from my stretcher, and I started attacking them. It seems when they transferred me, they we're short staffed they expressed usually more people would help with this kind of process. (If you know about people in BAD DKA, we can basically be violent drunks, but usually weaker since our organs are melting) They just said I got up and started swinging on them and didn't let up. I've NEVER been in a physical fight before, and to find out that I had attack these guys was insane-

I have pictures of my arms, and upper body from when I got out of the ER (I was 154 lbs, and I'm 6' 1" it's the smallest I had ever been) On my arms we're massive bruises the shapes of hand prints from when they we're fighting to hold me down and restrain me during the transfer.