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The Last Flight Chapter 8

Date: 11/27/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

“She is out of theatre now, about an hour ago. “Françoise paused and I waited, once again holding my breath. “She was very lucky. Docteur Rousseau worked through the night and I am told that he almost lost her.” “She was so sick?” I asked, aghast. “Yes. I think, in the accident, she had been severely damaged inside and coming to find you caused further injury and the existing damage to worsen, to the extent that Docteur Rousseau had difficulty finding where she was bleeding from. She lost much blood.” I realised that, once again, Françoise was holding my hand. “But she is all right now?” I pressed her. “Well, the next few hours are important. The Docteur said that she actually died and he only just managed to revive her.” “What time?” I asked, urgently. “What time?” she replied, puzzled. “What time did she die?” I was squeezing her hand firmly now. “Does it matter?” she frowned. “Yes, it does to me. Please tell me, please...” “Well, I didn't ask but if it means so much to you I will try to find out.” She winced as I squeezed. “Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was squeezing you so hard,” I apologised, releasing her hand immediately. “But, yes, it really is that important to me.” She smiled. “All right then, I will find out for you.” As she stood and headed for the door I called her back. “Can I see her, Françoise? Please?” I pleaded with her. She looked at the pendant watch hanging from her starched apron. “You have about two hours before your first visitor,” she said ... slowly, thinking. “I will see what can be done.” “Thank you,” I said, “and thank you for being so kind to me.” “You are welcome, it is my job, you know,” she replied as she turned away. She paused momentarily and looked back, a wistful smile on her lips. “Besides, I like you, you remind me of my daughters.” She turned away again and was gone. Whilst she was away I looked at the croissant on the tray. I still was not hungry but in the light of all that had happened I decided it was wrong of me not to eat and maybe delay my own recovery. Françoise returned just as I swallowed the last morsel. “Ah, Bon! You are eating.” Her face lit up. “I thought I should,” I told her. “Oh yes, indeed you should. You need food inside you to help your own recovery” She confirmed my own thoughts. “I have checked your friend's notes. Docteur Rousseau has entered 03:55 as the time her heart stopped and she revived five minutes later.” There was silence for a moment. “You have have gone quite pale! Are you all right Karen?” She looked concerned. “When Doctor Harlow heard me shout out and stopped me from getting up to run after Jemima, I saw the clock on the wall. It was four a.m!” Her eyes opened wide. “My, my!” she exclaimed, “That is some coincidence!” “Is it?” I said, slowly. “A coincidence? Maybe it is.” “You don't think so?” she replied. “Maybe, I don't know but maybe she came to see me as her body died and before her spirit moved on and maybe she left so suddenly because Doctor Rousseau pulled her ...