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The Last Flight Chapter 6

Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

white of the bandage. She raised her eyes, pursed her lips and began to unwrap the bandage in a fast, professional manner. “As I sought,” she exclaimed, her heavy French accent so different from that of Françoise that morning, “Some of ze stitches 'ave torn. I will 'ave to get ze docteur.” She placed the thick pad back across the seeping wound. “'old zat and press firmly until I return.” and she left as quickly as she had arrived. I lay there for a while and although I had problems of my own, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander to Jemima and that moment in the aeroplane bathroom. Her thigh was so soft, smooth and warm under my fingers. I closed my eyes and remembered her soft lips against mine. The feeling then was delicious. My nostrils were filled with her scent and I could almost taste her breath. I let out a small involuntary moan. “Mmm...” “Miss Farmer?” I jumped and immediately my face began to burn with embarrassment. Had the doctor heard me, did I have a silly smile on my face? “I am Doctor Harlow. The matron tells me you have need of my services.” His American accent hit me as surely as if I had been struck physically. “Ermm, yes, my leg...” My reply was halting, the surprise had taken away all coherence. “I, I'm sorry,” I continued, “I didn't expect an American doctor, your accent threw me.” “You're not the first to say that,” he chuckled. “I am here on an exchange posting with the Red Cross for a few months.” I smiled up at him. Two days ago I may have ... taken a closer interest. He was older than me by some years, very smart and handsome and, if I looked hard enough, bore a passing resemblance to Cary Grant but today, I had other things on my mind. “Now then, young lady, what have you done that requires my urgent attention?” The smile never left his lips as I carefully lifted my hem until he could clearly see the pad with its spot of red. He lifted my hand away and removed the dressing completely. The smile faded almost instantly. “Oh, I see.” Was all he said. “What do mean 'Oh'?” I blurted out, suddenly panicking, “What's wrong? “I'm sorry, just my little joke.” The smile reappeared as quickly as it had vanished. “A couple of the sutures have torn away but it is not a problem. Only...” “Only what?!” I was angry now. He had frightened me and now he was making it worse. He obviously realised what he had done. “I didn't mean to upset you, it's just that because I will have to restitch the wound it will leave a more ragged scar but I will make it as neat as I can. We will have to be very cautious for the next few days though. The last thing we need is an infection or for it to burst again.” Suddenly I felt terribly mean at having snapped at him. He looked so apologetic. “Oh, look, it is me who should apologise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you.” “Well, we can either spend the rest of the evening apologising to each other while you slowly bleed to death or...” the smile was back. “Or?” I said. “Or, I could repair the ...