I told him that it was change of shift, but that as soon as the nurses finished giving report I'd find out what the plan was. I also grabbed him a blanket and a pillow to make him more comfortable. As I turned to leave, he grabbed my hand and thanked me for being "a real person." Patting myself on the back for providing good patient care, I felt happy to be a "real person" who treated my patients with respect and tried not to let them get lost in the shuffle.
It was only during my next encounter with the gentleman that I realized that the patient had a history of psych issues, and thought that 50% of the population were aliens.