1. The Last flight. Chapter23


    Date: 8/8/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    doctor turned the chair around and, as was his usual fashion, sat backwards upon it, resting his arms on what was supposed to be the chair backrest. “What time is it?” I asked neither in particular, although it was Pascale who answered immediately. “Twenty past ten,” she said quickly. “You have been asleep for almost two hours. When Doctor Harlow's car hit you I thought you were...” her voice trailed away to nothing. I looked at the doctor and frowned. “You hit me?” I said in astonishment, “When? How? I don't remember that at all!” Pascale opened her mouth as she began to tell me but Doctor Harlow raised a finger and stopped her in her tracks. She closed her mouth instantly. “What do you remember, Karen?” he said. “Not much really, Doctor,” I began. “When I awoke I thought I had had a bad dream but it seems that was not the case.” “No, I'm afraid it wasn't. You had what is known as an 'Episode'.” “An episode?” I repeated. “What do you mean, an episode?” “Tell me what you remember and then I will explain,” he countered. I thought carefully, trying to remember the events of just two short hours ago. To me it seemed so much longer. “I vaguely remember thinking that my Dad was going to hit me for some reason although I don't know why. He raised his hand to strike me and I ran.” Again I thought hard. Doctor Harlow was listening carefully and Pascale was watching my every move and expression with an intensity that made me feel as though she could see right inside my head. Again ...
    she opened her mouth to speak, maybe to explain something but, again, Doctor Harlow prevented her by raising his finger but without ever taking his eyes off mine. Silence reigned and I could hear the blood hissing in my ears. “It must have been a dream!” I stated, at last, “It must have! I saw Harry Simmonds and Fred, my old supervisor. I heard... and saw , the bombs and felt the explosion. In my dream I was knocked to the ground! How could it not...” Suddenly, it dawned on me. “My mind is playing tricks isn't?” I asked slowly. “It wasn't a bomb at all, was it? It was your car that knocked me down...” My voice trailed off into silence as the awful truth dawned on me. I had lost my mind! I could feel my heart beating inside of me and I was frightened. “I'm crazy aren't I?” I whispered, “I'm a head case, a lunatic...” “Hey now, Honey. You are not crazy! Don't think that. Your mind is a little damaged, I agree but you most certainly are not mad. You have had to deal with an inordinate amount of stress throughout your life, much of it alone. The plane crash was the last straw. Imagine being constantly poked, you would put up with it so long but, eventually, you would snap and shout out. This is effectively, what your brain has done. Your recovery will take time. What you learned about your dad and Françoise today was a little like poking a bruise. It hurt more than it normally would because you are not yet fully healed but don't worry, Sweetie, you will mend.” I listened to every ...
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