Foggy's return to the land of the living shocked and confused the majority of the doctors at Metro-General. They weren't sure what put him into a coma to begin with, and so they were at a total loss when it came to explaining why he'd woken up.
Foggy was pleased to learn that Matt had honoured his living will and pulled the plug on him when necessary. It was one more slightly disturbing reminder that, when it came right down to it, Matt was his friend, maybe always was in his own way. He'd had to shoo the man away from his hospital room for the final few days of his stay while his strength returned and the doctors checked him out to ensure he was in the clear for any future medical problems. Apparently Matt had been living off of money willed to him by Elektra, but that didn't mean he didn't have errands and bills to attend to that he'd been neglecting.
As Foggy recovered, his memories of the world he'd created for himself, of the ghosts he'd seen there, slipped further and further away until he was convinced that he had dreamed them, that they were a side effect of hospital medications or the trauma that had caused his coma. But still, odd snippets of things lingered in his consciousness, refusing to dissipate. A new distance between him and Karen emerged when she showed up to visit him that he couldn't really explain. But, for the most part, his life began to go back to normal.
On his last day in the hospital, a doctor he'd never seen before came to visit him, fussing with his pillows and asking him questions about his mental state.
"Did you dream at all?" she asked him.
"I'm sorry," he replied, confused by the question.
"In the coma? Did you dream?" she asked again. "Most patients don't remember if they did or didn't, but it's possible."
"I think so," he told her.
"Do you remember it?" she asked him.
"Vaguely?" he said. "It's all sort of hazy. I think it was a nightmare, though. Only a sort of... calming one?"
The doctor nodded at him like that made sense.
A nurse poked her head into the room after that. "Doctor Palmer?" the nurse asked. "What are you doing in here? Stephen is here looking for you."
She left his bedside, but stopped herself at the door. "I'm really, really glad that you're alright, Mr. Nelson. You had us all worried."
Foggy's eyes widened as he watched her leave and greet a man in the reception area outside his room. He was stern-looking, with a mustache. And for some reason, Foggy suddenly had a vision of him wearing a flowing red cape.