"Created by emotions?" He echoes with a raise of his eyebrow, not daring to take his eyes off the smokey figures. They seem to almost pusle with his heartbeat, and he breathes deep, tries to steady himself. Not a good sign, if his emotions were so easily readable as to physically manifest themselves into...

Into what? Ghosts? That's what they look like, smudged, shadowy figures with obscured faces that seem to fade in and out. Ghosts from his past. Would make sense, given the spike of emotions that made them, the memories that flooded...

"... Don't have time for this. Just want to get the hell outta this hospital." Always did get the creeps from hospitals. This just made it worse.