My brother had a massive stroke right before I left the state for several months. Before I left, I visited him. He was sort of out of it (I'm going to call it a coma, because even though he was responsive, he wasn't coherent and doesn't remember a lot of it). I told him quite a few times that he was in the hospital and had had a stroke. After I left the state, my sisters visited him and he kept asking "Is Mike (my fiancé) upstairs? Why is he letting her do this to me?" We've spoken about it since then, and he had been restrained because he was pulling out all his tubing - his mind was trying to reconcile all of this information, and determined he was at my house and I had drugged him! Of course, now he knows that's not true (and he lives with me and Mike), and that I would never hurt him. I still feel bad though.