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The Last Flight. Chapter 17

Date: 6/20/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

pleasure and sadness. “I hope we hear it again soon.” I put my arms around her and held her tightly for a moment. “If I stay here much longer I think you may hear much more of it,” I assured her, “This is such a wonderful hospital with the best nurses imaginable, Pascale.” I looked into her pretty, young eyes before saying, “Thank you.” “You are welcome, Karen but there is really no need to thank us. You are like a part of our family, especially now that...” she stopped suddenly. “Now that, what?” I asked, curiously. Was she about to say something she should not? Something I was not supposed to know? “Oh, nothing,” she said. “Doesn't matter.” “Pascale... You were going to say something. Is something wrong?” I pressed her. “Oh no, not at all!” she exclaimed, then, “Oh, I almost forgot! Your father is coming to visit for the weekend!” “Lovely. It will be nice to see him again!” I was so pleased at this news I completely forgot about what it was she was actually going to say. “Are you all right while I get your crutches?” she asked, holding my arms. “Oh, Crikey, I forgot about those!” I laughed again. “No, I will get them.” With her assistance I walked slowly, and almost unaided, back to the verandah but, instead of taking up my crutches, I kept going until I reached the wicker chair which was positioned to look out over the pretty garden and carefully lowered myself into it with a sigh as the weight was released from my injured leg. I closed my eyes for a minute, feeling the ... warm sun on my face and let out a long, slow breath. “Are you all right, Karen?” Pascale's voice broke through the moment and, without opening my eyes, I smiled and nodded, peaceful, just for a minute. “Mmm, yes thank you, I am.” “Would you like some coffee?” she asked. “Oh yes please, that would be lovely, thank you.” After a few minutes there was a crash and I was thrown forcibly forwards in my chair but I seemed to be held quite securely across my waist so I didn't actually fall from it! “Karen, Karen, are you all right?” I heard the voice calling from afar and slowly, it became louder, clearer. I opened my eyes and quickly closed them again as the sun burned into them. “I fell asleep didn't I!” I stated, rather than asked, through tightly clenched lids. “Yes,” Pascale replied sadly, “I heard you cry out.” I covered my face completely with my hands and groaned audibly. “I can't even have an afternoon nap without being haunted by...” I couldn't bring myself to say what, “I can't take much more, I have to sleep!” Pascale placed her hand upon my shoulder. “I can't begin to imagine how it is for you,” she said calmly, “But I... we , will do whatever we can to help you.” I put my hand upon hers. “I know,” I whispered, giving a gentle squeeze of appreciation. My eyes felt like they were full of grit and I pressed my fingers against them. They seemed to be on fire! “How is your leg?” I could tell it was her attempt to take my mind away from my thoughts but, nonetheless, it was a ...