Fahrenheit 451 continuation

           
  Mrs. Bowles didn't 'trot' out the door as she had said. She was in fast paced flee when she left the house, right foot, left foot, right foot in front of her left foot, her pace slowed slightly. The words in her head did not. They raced through her mind like one of the subway trains.
But now I only hear, 
"Divorced!"
It's melancholy,long, withdrawing roar,
"Killed!"
Retreating, to the breath,
"Abortions!"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Bowles screamed,"You're wrong!"

  She all but fainted into the doorway. Her living room slowly stopped spinning, the headache still panged behind her forehead. The first thing she caught sight of was the parlor. Immediately, she began to backpedal, as if some vile beast had sprung in front of her. "No!"She screeched,"You're not real! I don't want to talk anymore! Stop yelling my name!" Mrs. Bowles' pale, clammy skin skidded across the pavement of her driveway. She couldn't feel the pain. All she felt was the violent throbbing in her skull, up until everything went black.

  She awoke on a slightly stiff gurney. Her vision faded slowly out of the haze. She heard muffled voices. "Mrs. Bowles?" said the voice,"can you hear me? Everything is going to alright now. We were able to stop the trauma in your head before the brain damage from your incident could have become critical."

"You stopped the trauma?"

"yes. The tissue stopped bleeding a while ago."

"Why would you do that?" She asked, genuinely puzzled,"What have I got to live for?"