Sometimes More Than Things Get Broken

She was wrecking the living room. She lifted a vase and threw it, it hit the light fitting, the chandler swung wildly and one of the glass globes smashed sending shards and splinters of glass out into the room. He instinctively put his arms up to protect his face. The vase missed him by roughly an inch and bounced of the wall. It did not break. She was pushing the chairs and furniture around and then she kicked the television, it moved but did not topple over. He was surprised at her strength. She was screaming and cursing, she seemed hysterical but nothing coherent was coming from her, just a jumble of words. Whether she thought she was saying sentences or not he didn't know. Family photographs and little ornaments were flung across the room and finally the words "Get the feck out" became clear as she repeated them over and over again with a venom in her voice he had never heard before. He wanted to go over and hold her, comfort her calm her down and tell her everything would be OK; instead, he stood where he was and watched and waited. Quiet, afraid that the alarm he was feeling was showing in his face.
She ran past him out to the patio knocking every pot over kicking the plants and soil and finally kneeling down she dug her fingers deep into the soil and then brought a handful up and started to rub it around her face as though she was washing herself.
"No! Don't that's dirty" He said moving toward her.
"That's dirty that's dirty" she repeated. "That's dirty d. i. r. t. y." She started to swear again. His face reddened, he didn't know she knew half the words that she was saying- and spelling. He didn't understand why he felt so embarrassed either. It was obvious she didn't know what she was doing, or saying.
She ran down the garden and curled up in the swing seat. The screaming and shouting had stopped but the rapid talking hadn't. "blue green orange, yellow belly one two three Ohh I have done it again I have to start again. Blue green- touch the fence Jumping up running over touch the fence. There!" She took a deep breath. Looked at him "You said five bad man bad man bad man! Ohh they won't give me peace, I am so tired and they won't leave me alone!" She started to weep. "Why are they doing this? Six eight ten three and four is seven no not no piss off GET AWAY GET AWAY
He was on the verge of tears and went over to her and took her hand. "Leave me alone" She shouted at him and then started going over colours again. She did not let go of his hand. "I am so tired" she said in the middle of it "Ohh I have to start again!" She swore and started again her voice rapid rat tat tat tat. He was not surprised she was tired. She hadn't stopped this talking for three days and had only dozed intermittedly. He was exhausted.
From a slight confusion to this, his mind felt numb, he didn't want to think. Doctors at first had said that she was exhibiting an extreme reaction to grief. They didn't seem too useful or helpful or even interested. Now though he knew help was on the way, but he felt as though he had to force the 'health proffessionals' to do something. He felt very much on his own. But finally someone had listened and help was on its way. When he had her settled in the hospital they could start doing tests to get to the bottom of this and get her well again.
He would come home and get the house cleared up and go on to shopwiki and try to replace everything she'd broken so she wouldn't know. He was hoping she wouldn't remember anything of these past few days. The things she said, the things she did! He was frightened but wanted to stay positive, believe that everything would get better, that they would find that it is only some sort of infection, something treatable. That life could get back to normal.
They normally did the online shopping together and always had a bit of fun doing it. It's funny it is always easier to recognise what you don't want more than what you do want. For a little while life with his wife had felt a little flat, a little boring but now he just wished for things to be the way they where. He didn't want the uncertainty of this. He said a quiet prayer that she'd be ok and held the tears back as again she started to swear at him.