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The Last Flight Chapter 10

Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

noticed the early morning sun, streaming through the window, the curtains preventing a painful glare. “Almost five,” came the answer. “Will I always have such dreams?” I began to imagine that I would never be able so sleep properly again. “I can't say you won't but generally they go away as the memories fade and become less vivid.” He paused for a minute. “I will say though that in my considerable experience, those people who bottle the fears inside themselves tend to take much longer to heal from the mental scars that such incidents invariably leave. I know you don't want to talk about it with me but if you can find someone, anyone who will listen, then it will help, I promise you.” “I saw...” I began but then stopped and shook my head. “I saw... I'm sorry, I can't” It was no good, I couldn't tell him what I saw and what happened. “Hey, it's okay. It only happened a few days ago. There is plenty of time.” He took my hand reassuringly. “Maybe you could try to sleep again. You must be exhausted.” I smiled and nodded but inside I was petrified of closing my eyes and being right back there again. He stood and returned the chair to the corner. “I go off shift in about ninety minutes but I will speak to the Matron before I go.” I didn't say anything, just smiled and, after a pause, Doctor Harlow left me alone. I lay quietly, fighting the sleep that threatened to overwhelm me, listening to the sounds of the ward outside. I heard a door close with a gentle bump, the creaking of a ... nurses shoes as she passed but, generally, all was quiet. Suddenly, I was aware of a hand touching my shoulder. “Mademoiselle, votre Petit-déjeuner.” I looked at the clock and saw it was seven-thirty! I had slept for two and a half hours with no dream! “Merci,” I replied as the young nurse placed a tray like a small table upon my bed in front of me. As I ate the croissant, I heard a friendly voice from the doorway and looked up to see Françoise standing there. “Good Morning,” I smiled.”Did you see Doctor Harlow?” “I did,” she replied, stepping further into the room. “Then he told you about last night?” “Yes,” she said, “and he is quite right. It will help to talk about it but only when you are ready. If it helps, you can talk to me, you know.” “I do want to talk but...” She waited patiently, not pressuring me. “I am afraid, embarrassed even.” “When you have finished your breakfast and the ward duties are complete I will come and, if you wish, we will talk and I will ensure we are not disturbed, yes?” “Okay, yes. Thank you,” I smiled warmly. “I have some news too. Your friend, Mrs. Rana. She is coming to this ward shortly. She is well enough to leave intensive care now.” “That is great news!” I exclaimed. “Thank you so much, Françoise.” I noticed then that she had a newspaper in her hand and, realising that I had noticed, said: “This is an English newspaper, from two days after the crash. I wondered if you wanted to see it but I would urge caution as there are pictures.” “Yes ...