Then there was a sort of nurse whom he liked very much, but she was not in uniform.

Who could she be?
He realized that he was ill, as weak as a butterfly; and the pain when he coughed was agonizing.

It was all very odd.

How had he come here?
He remembered walking along a dusty road in the blazing sun, his head bursting, every limb a moving ache.

He also vaguely remembered being awakened at night by a thunder storm as he lay snugly asleep beneath a hedge.