Dream or reality?

As the old man continued laughing hysterically, Surgit felt heavier with his eyelids closing while he struggled to keep his consciousness and ask the old man more urging questions that came into his mind. How is he supposed to leave Yharnam?

They arrived at the night of the hunt? Of all possible nights, that was his worst case scenario. He even planned the trip to start on a full moon in order to reach Yharnam three weeks later. It was too early for the hunt to begin. As all these thoughts and questions were rushing in his mind he lost consciousness and his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes once again because of a splashing sound. He was still tied up to the bed. He could only move his head. Surgit turned left to see a big pool of blood next to his bed. The splashing came from underneath it.

For some reason, he couldn't speak nor open his mouth. He looked with horror as he saw a beast, half man, half wolf. It appeared to be a werewolf and it was coming from underneath the blood pool. He tried to move or force his mouth to open and shout something.

Maybe the old man may hear him and come to his rescue. Nothing, his mouth was still closed and the beast had emerged from the pool, soaked in blood. It came close to him and extended its claws, as if to touch him.

As soon as its claws made contact with Surgit, the beast caught on fire and the whole pool of blood became fire which engulfed the werewolf and consumed it. Surgit didn't know how to react to this situation. His mouth wouldn't open still and his arms…

His arms wouldn't move but he felt something clinging to them. He looked in front of him to see ghostly forms. White little creature with only an open mouth and tiny teeth on their faces started climbing on top of his body, their tiny hands were clutching his clothes and they were advancing towards him.

He could count seven of those tiny creatures on his chest at that moment, and more were climbing the bed to join them. Surgit started shaking his head violently, the only movement his body seemed to allow. Alas the creatures just kept on climbing and going for his head. All he could muster was a scream inside of his head, he lost consciousness again.

When he came to his senses, Surgit found himself unchained, still on the same bed and intact. Furthermore, his body felt revitalized. He didn't feel the sickness that was eating away at him anymore.

He felt his body with his hand to discover that he had new, bigger muscles. His body had transformed dramatically. "It's real!" he thought with excitement, "the blood ministration isn't a myth, look at this body, look at these muscles, I'm a different person now." During the months which consumed his body, he had observed his body shrink in size.