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The Last Flight Chapter 9

Date: 9/18/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

“Oh, Karen!” she laughed, “I am so sorry, I meant my watch! It has stopped. It is dead! ” At the same time she held up her fob watch. The little second hand was unmoving. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry and I began to do both as I felt Jemima grip my hand tightly. Françoise stroked my head. “Jemima is going to be fine.” she said softly, smiling. “They have found and repaired all the damage. She must rest but there is nothing too serious. It was the huge loss blood that almost finished her.” One of the nurses handed me a small absorbent cloth to wipe my eyes and I dabbed away the moisture. “You won't get rid of me that easily.” A small voice from the bed piped up. I didn't know what to say and just held her hand to my face. “I have been stupid, Karen, I know that.” Jemima spoke quietly but easily. “I just had to find you and know that you were safe.” “That is not stupid, Jemima. Something has happened between us that I don't fully understand but I do understand why you needed to find me.” I squeezed her hand as I spoke. “What was stupid, though was leaving the hospital before they had time to properly check you over.” Jemima gave a little chuckle then a groan as her stitches pulled in her abdomen. “They said that the seat belt had caused a small rupture inside due to the force of the impact on landing. If I had stayed in Toulouse they would have found it.” “Well, pretty stupid then, eh?” I said with a light hearted air but inside I felt no such thing. I was just happy ... that she had got here when he did. We sat in silence for a short time, me holding her hand and she with eyes closed. “I am so tired, Karen.” She spoke as though she had not slept for days. “I am not surprised..” I laughed. “You lost so much blood that it will take a little time for your strength to return” “I suppose so.” Silence again for a moment. "How about you, Karen.” she said eventually. “I came here to find out about you and all I know for sure is that you are alive.” “Oh, I'm Ok.” I smiled, looking down at my leg. “The gash was very deep and, like you, I lost quite a lot of blood. It will be a while before I am on my feet again but I will be fine.” “What about your family?” she asked, “Do they know you are all right?” I paused before replying, wondering how they would have been if they had survived the war. I was sure they would have been worried sick about me. They may not have got on with each other but I was sure they both loved me. Even my Dad and I wondered how he may have been if he had not been so traumatised by fighting in two wars. “Karen?” Jemima's soft voice broke the silence. “Oh, erm, sorry. I, erm, I don't have any family. My parents were both killed during the war.” “Oh, I'm sorry.” she said. “No brothers or sisters?” “No,” I replied, “None.” another pause. “What about you. Does your family know you are here?” “My father lives in India and I doubt he would care whether I was alive or dead.” she snorted, “and my mother... she lives with a man half her age ...