The Doctor's Call

Yvonne Lee had a dreadful and distressing desire to call someone, but he knew beforehand that with others present, it would be still worse. The doctor rubs his hands vigorously and reassuringly, burr, how cold it is. There's such a sharp frost, just let me warm myself, he says, as if it were only a matter of waiting till he was warm, and then he would put everything right. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain, always pain,. always despair, and always the same. Another dose of morphine, to lose consciousness, I will tell him, the doctor, that he must think