1. The Last Flight. Chapter 5


    Date: 7/30/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    it beside the croissant. “Au lait” she said, picking up a jug of what I guessed to be milk. “Oui, merci.” I replied, summoning up just about the only words of French I knew. They left me in peace to eat. I was glad of the coffee but I really didn't feel all that hungry. I felt I should have been but I was so tense with all that was going on that I really wasn't. Nevertheless, I ate the croissant, with the butter and jam, then picked up the coffee cup and tilted it to my lips. At that moment I knew I should have asked for 'thé', the thick, glutinous liquid made me cringe involuntarily. I shuddered but persevered until the cup was empty then lay back for a moment, sated. It was not long before Françoise reappeared along with a porter pushing a wheel chair. “We are going to move you to a private room, Karen.” she said. “I am afraid that there are many people wish to speak with you and the other patients will be disturbed if you stay here.” I understood exactly what she meant and swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Oh, no, no, no!” she said, sharply, “You must wait a moment while we support you. We do not want your stitches to open!” So I waited until the porter placed the chair as close to be as he could then, with him holding one arm and Françoise the other, they eased me carefully into the chair. She was quite right, even supported I could feel the wound trying to open again. It was strange, I thought, how we don't realise what muscles we use until we are unable to ...
    use them. “Oh, my clothes!” I exclaimed as the porter began to wheel me away from the bed. “Do not worry, I will bring them.” Françoise smiled as she continued, “Though I don't think you will be wearing them again, they are quite a mess.” Once I was settled into the small private side ward, the Matron allowed the first of my visitors, a director of Trans Europe Airways no less! He was most concerned for my welfare and told me that as soon as I was ready they would have me transferred to a hospital in Toulouse, an offer which I resisted, telling him that I could have no better attention than I already was receiving here in Limoges. He didn't stay long, I think he was a little embarrassed but he explained about everything I would have to do when I was well. Reports, interviews and so on. I thanked him for coming to see me and finally, he asked if there was anything I wanted. “I do need some clothes for when I am discharged.” I told him. “Oh yes, of course.” He smiled and looked at the pile of bloodied rags on the chair. “We certainly can't expect you to wear those.” “There is one more thing...” I looked serious then. “What happened to Eric and Bob?” His faced clouded over and he didn't answer straight away so I probed a little further. “Were they found?” The director nodded. “Yes, they were found.” he said. “Were they...?” I knew they could not have survived but I had to ask anyway. He nodded. “Yes.” I didn't press him. Now was not the time or the place. I would know more soon ...
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