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The Last Flight Chapter 8

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

back. "My head was spinning now. “Oh, I don't know what to think!” “Well, whatever did happen, the Docteur kept her alive and now, only time will tell.” “When can I see her?” I asked, without much real hope that it would be soon. As I said it the door opened and a young nurse appeared pushing a wheelchair. “I think now would be a good time, if you want to.” Françoise smiled sweetly. “Oh yes, of course I do, thank you!” I exclaimed, and began to sit up. “Oh, no, Karen, be patient!” she almost shouted at me although still smiling. “You must let us support you or you will burst those sutures again!” She was right, I knew, so I relaxed and let the two of them help me into the chair which had an attachment to support my leg, keeping it straight out in front of me. The wound felt quite sore now. Any movement felt as though it were trying to open again but Françoise and her nurse supported me until I was comfortable and the nurse followed the Matron, pushing me down the corridor and to the intensive care ward. When I saw her a lump formed in my throat and tears welled in my eyes. Jemima looked so serene and beautiful and so vulnerable. Beside her bed was a stand with a bag of blood hanging from it, the tube attached to a needle in her left arm. Although she had fairly dark skin colouring, she looked pale. I looked up at Françoise. “Will she live?” I asked, blinking away the tears that still filled my eyes. “I cannot say for sure but I think so,” she replied with a degree of ... confidence I felt was genuine and not just for my benefit. “Her heart rate is weak but steady. That is a good sign and her blood pressure is good too so I am hopeful.” She rested her hand on my shoulder. “She is in good hands here, you know.” I put my hand on top of hers and nodded. “I know,” I replied. I looked up and back. “Is she in a coma, Françoise?” I queried. “Oh, no, just sleeping. The anaesthetic will not be out of her system yet and she has been given morphine. She will sleep for a while yet I imagine.” “May I stay awhile, please?” I pleaded. Françoise smiled. “Yes, but you must try not to disturb her.” “I won't,” I promised. Françoise smiled and squeezed my shoulder. “You could talk to her though, quietly. Maybe she will sense your presence.” I nodded agreement and the matron released her grip and left, taking the nurse with her. “I will come back for you shortly,” was her final comment. We were alone now, Jemima and I. She was lying on her back, covered with a single white cotton sheet which clung to every contour of her body but at that moment I didn't see that. All I saw was a very sick woman who had only just found herself and could be lost at any time. I reached out and put my hand on top of hers which was lying on top of the sheet. As soon as my hand touched hers her fingers moved. Just a tiny movement but enough to tell me she knew I was there. I opened my mouth to speak but I had no idea what to say so I closed it again. It seemed like forever before I opened it ...