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The Last Flight Chapter 13
Date: 11/20/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
out the glass. “ Vous e tes bien , maintenant. ” I had no idea what she said but gratefully took the glass from her. “Merci ,” I replied as she released her grip on it. For a moment I looked at the glass, the surface of the water was splashing about like the ocean during a storm as my hand trembled violently in unison with the rest of my body. I felt physically sick. Lifting the glass slowly to my lips I sipped at the cool water, some of it dripping down my chin as I tried to steady it using both hands whilst the young French nurse studied me, her eyes filled with pity as she held a cloth under my chin to help catch the spilling fluid. With the gentle touch of an angel, she took the glass when I indicated I had enough and placed it on the little table, wiping my face with the cloth. I realised I had been sweating profusely and and my eyes were red and gritty due to the lack of sleep. The clock showed ten minutes to six as I took the nurse's hand whilst she made me comfortable. “Merci,” I smiled, genuinely grateful that she was there. “You are welcome, Mademoiselle,” she replied with difficulty, her accent heavy, “Matron will be, erm, 'ere, soon, oui?” I nodded and closed my eyes but instantly opened them again, fearing drifting back into the seemingly unending nightmare. “Why were you here?” I asked her, “Did I shout out?” “Oui, mais, Docteur 'arlow, say to, erm, 'ow is it you say, to, erm, spy on you?” Her face contorted with concentration as she tried to remember the ...