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The Last Flight Chapter 12

Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

enough to put your weight onto. Of course, you will have crutches and will have to be very careful. It will still be supported with the dressing.” “Oops, silly me!” I grinned, a little sheepishly. “I will not send you away until you are ready, you need not worry.” “No, good. Thank you, Doctor.” Doctor Rousseau frowned and then asked: “You are aware how deep you were cut, yes?” “Well, not really,” I replied, “I know it is bad but...” “Whatever did this cut through almost to your thigh bone. That is why you lost so much blood and is why it will take some time to fully heal. I am afraid that the scar is permanent and you may have a little pain for a long time but you are young and strong and I have no worry for you.” “I am very grateful for what you have done for me, Doctor. I did not know it was so bad.” “You are welcome, Mademoiselle. Tomorrow, we will see.” He left then and Françoise remained behind to finish replacing the dressing with a clean one. I watched her work. She was so gentle yet also efficient. The dressing was soon finished. “Françoise, how is Jemima? I don't seem to have had a minute for her today.” “She is fine, Karen. Like you, she has been very busy. Would you like to see her?” “Oh yes, I would love to! Could I?” “I will go and see.” She finished her task and washed her hands, then left me alone. In what seemed like no time at all, she was back and, to my utter amazement, with Jemima! She was in a wheel chair but looking so much better than when |I last saw ... her. “Hello,” she simply said. “Hello,” I replied calmly. Inside I was anything but. My heart was pounding and my stomach was fluttering nervously, so much had happened since yesterday that I wasn't sure if anything was different. Françoise wheeled her to my side. I will leave you alone but I have to leave soon so I will take you back before I go, Mrs. Rana.” Jemima looked up at her. “That is fine, Matron. Thank you.” “I have so much to tell you, Jemima,” I began but before I could continue she stopped me. “Your father?” “Yes, How did you know?” “I saw him. I was being wheeled back from the lavatory and I stopped the nurse so I heard a little. Enough to know who he was. You said he was dead.” I looked hard at her for a moment. She seemed angry although she was trying very hard not to show it. “I thought he was,” a pause, “Is something wrong, Jemima?” “I have heard stories about people who appear when they think that there may be money about.” “Oh, I see. Well, I believe him. We talked of things that no-one else could know and, even though he has aged so much I knew in my heart it was him when I first saw him.” She didn't answer but continued to look at me with an expressionless stare and I still felt that something did not sit well with her. “Please be happy for me, Jemima,” I begged her. “It is a long story but I will tell you about it I promise.” She sighed loudly. “I am sorry, Karen. I am happy for you, really I am. Because of the life I have had and my wealth I find it ...