1. The Last flight. Chapter23


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

    word he said, wanting to believe him but it was so difficult. I used to be so controlled but now, the slightest thing could trigger a, what did he call it, an episode? I sighed unconsciously and Pascale reached out and placed her hand upon my thigh. “You know we are always going to help you, Karen, don't you.” I smiled and nodded then put my arm around her, holding her close to me. “I think I should go and see the others and apologise,” I said quietly, “Only I have no idea what to say to them.” “I think you will find that they understand, Karen,” the doctor replied, “But yes, they ware worried for you.” I stood up and winced as a pain shot up the side of my leg. “Oww... I feel like I was hit by a lorry!” “Well, you were, almost!” Pascale laughed and my heart soared to see her smile once more. “I think you will have one hell of a bruise,” Doctor Harlow added. I found it a little painful to walk the few steps from my room across to the sitting room but the adrenaline my heart was circulating made it almost unnoticeable. I stopped at the door and looked at the ornate porcelain knob then slowly placed my hand upon it. “Don't worry, Karen,” I heard Pascale's reassuring words, “They won't be angry.” I didn't answer but slowly turned the knob until the door was released and I pushed gently. The door swung easily inwards. “Hey, here she is!” My dad was the first to speak, his smile as wide as the ocean. “How do you feel, Sweetheart?” All three were on there feet now and walking ...
    towards me, my dad had his arms outstretched and I ran to him and threw my arms around his waist. “I'm so sorry, Dad, so terribly sorry that I hurt you and you too, Françoise, and Dominique, I was so, so selfish...” “No, Sweetheart,” he replied with a soft voice, cracking with emotion, “Doctor Harlow has explained it to us, it wasn't your fault, you are sick, just as I was. If anyone needs to apologise it should be me. It is entirely my fault that this has happened to you.” “Come and sit down, Karen, you look tired,” Françoise indicated the big armchair, “and please don't fret. We will not give up on you, however bad you may think things are.” I sat and looked at them. “I truly am sorry, though,” I repeated. “I am happy you two have become close, I really am.” Françoise sat in the sofa to my left alongside my dad. “We are not going to rush anything, Karen. Your health comes first.” I waited for a moment but I had to know what I had done. “So what happened to me?” I asked no-one in particular, “I don't remember but Doctor Harlow says he knocked me down. I can't recall anything but memories flashing through my mind.” “Dominique was the one who answered. “When Maman and your father told us that they were thinking of being together,” she explained, “you seemed to withdraw into yourself for a while. I think you had a panic attack, breathing very quickly as gasping for breath.” “Well, yes, I remember all that,” I interrupted her, “I thought I got over that. I remember drinking water and ...
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