The Collector

 I stayed in the outer room like the night before. She was quiet half an hour or so, but then she began talking to herself, I said are you all right, and she stopped, but then later on she began talking again, or rather muttering and then she called my name out really loud, she said she couldn't breathe, and then she brought up a mass of phlegm. It was a funny dark brown, I didn't like the look of it at all, but I thought the pills might have coloured it. After that she must have dozed off for an hour or so, but suddenly she began to scream, she couldn't, but she was trying and when I rushed in she was half out of bed. I don't know what she was trying to do, but she didn't seem to know me and she fought like a tiger, in spite of being so weak. I really had to fight to lie her down again.

 Then she was in a horrible sweat, her pyjamas were soaked, and when I tried to get the top off to put on new ones she started fighting, rolling about as if she was mad, and getting in a worse sweat. I never had a worse night, it was so terrible I can't describe it. She couldn't sleep, I gave her as many sleeping tablets as I dared but they seemed to have no effect, she would doze off a little while and then she would be in a state again, trying to get out of bed (once she did before I could get to her and fell to the floor). Sometimes she was in delirium, calling for a G.P. and talking to people who she'd known, I suppose. I didn't mind that so much, as long as she lay quiet. I took her temper-ature, it was over 104 degrees, and I knew she was ill, really ill.

 Well, just about five the next morning I went up to have a breath of fresh air, it seemed another world out there, and I made up my mind that I would have to get her upstairs and ask a doctor in, I couldn't put it off any longer. I was there about ten minutes standing in the open door but then I heard her calling again, she brought up a bit more of the red-brown phlegm and then she was sick, so I had to get her out of bed and make it up again while she lay slopped in the chair. It was the way she breathed that was worst, it was so quick and gasping, as if she was panting all the time.

 That morning (she seemed quieter) she was able to take in what I said, so I told her I was going for the doctor and she nodded, I consider she understood, though she didn't speak. That night seemed to take all her strength away, she just lay there still.

 I know I could have gone to the village and phoned or got a doctor but for obvious reasons I never had dealings there, village gossip being what it is.

 Anyhow I was so without sleep I didn't know what I was doing half the time. I was all on my own, as always. I had no one to turn to.

 Well I went into Lewes and (it was just after nine) into the first chemist I saw open and asked for the nearest doctor, which the girl told me from a list she had. It was a house in a street I'd never been. I saw on the door surgery began at 8:30 and I ought to have guessed there would be a lot of people as usual, but for some reason I just saw myself going in and seeing the doctor straight off. I must have looked daft in the room, with all the people looking at me, all the seats were taken and another young man was standing up. Well, they all seemed to be looking at me, I hadn't the nerve to go straight through to the doctor so I stood by the wall. If only I could have gone straight in I'd have done it, everything would have been all right, it was having to be with all those other people in that room. I hadn't been in a room with other people for a long time, only in and out of shops, it felt strange, as I say, they all seemed to look at me, one old woman especially wouldn't take her eyes off me, I thought I must look peculiar in some way. I picked a magazine off the table, but of course I didn't read it.

 Well, I began to think there all about what would happen, it would be all right for a day or two, the doctor and M perhaps wouldn't talk, but then . . . I knew what he would say, she must go into hospital, I couldn't look after her properly. And then I thought I might get a nurse in, but she wouldn't be long finding out what happened -- Aunt Annie always said nurses were the nosiest parkers of them all, she never could abide people with long noses and nor could I. The doctor came out just then to call in the next patient, he was a tall man with a moustache, and he said, "Next" as if he was sick of seeing all these people. I mean, he sounded really irritated, I don't think it was my imagination, I saw a woman make a face at the one next to her when he went back in his room.

 He came out again and I could see he was the officer type in the army, they've got no sympathy with you, they just give you orders, you're not their class and they treat everyone else as if they were dirt.