It reminds me of what I saw and experienced in the ICU and post-surgeries for months. She also got sepsis and hallucinated/yelled/blamed me/panicked constantly for a while. It was intense stress/emotional agony for me and broke me down. While it wasn't really her (due to the blood infection), some of this was similar in behavior to how my Dad treated me, and it was too much. Being around her in person, when she still talks about it often, triggers too many bad memories for me and I shut down. I can't control it. Time will have to help me here.

There's a little more to this story post-recovery, but not something I can explain here.