The Last Flight Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 10

After Françoise left, I lay back and relaxed thinking about the past, the future, everything. Having such an in depth conversation with Jemima had made me realise how uncertain life is. “Hey Kiddo!” I almost jumped out of my skin at the sudden and unexpectedly cheerful greeting. “How ya doin'?” “Doctor Harlow! You scared me half to death!” I admonished the suave middle aged man standing in the doorway. “Aww, hey, shorry shweetheart,” he replied, putting on his best Humphrey Bogart impression. I couldn't help but smile. Doctor Harlow was like a bright ray of sunshine that lifted even the heaviest of hearts. “Don't worry,” I replied with a light chuckle. “I think I must have been half asleep.” “I just came over to check up on you,” he continued in his own voice. “It is quiet in my area.” “That is very good of you,” I smiled sweetly at him, “I am fine thank you. I've been very careful and no more burst stitches.” He frowned momentarily. “Oh, sutures! That is good then but how are you in yourself?” I noticed he wasn't smiling now. In fact he had a slight look of concern on his face. “I'm okay I suppose. A little scared maybe.” He looked around, spotted the chair in the corner of the room and moved towards it. “I have a few minutes if you would like to talk,” a pause, “In confidence of course,” he added. “No, I'm okay,” I repeated, “Just a little afraid of the unknown, of what will happen in the future.” He pulled up the chair to my bedside and sat down on it, backwards, resting ...

... his arms on what should have been the chair back. “That is quite normal after the experience you have had these past few days.” Once again he was smiling. “I have a lot of experience with post traumatic cases. I learned my profession on the battlefields, both in the field and also in hospitals back home. I saw young men who had gone to war full of bravado and thinking they were going to kick Jerry's ass, their lives set out for the future only to return home, their dreams shattered and their futures uncertain.” “I suppose that is what I feel,” I replied. “My life was running very nicely thank you. I thought it would go on that way until I retired.” “Sweetie, we all think that way until something comes along to shatter the equilibrium. The answer is to be strong and mount each challenge as it comes along. Do you believe in fate, Karen?” That last bit threw me. “No, not really,” I answered him, “Why?” “Because I do,” he replied. “I believe that everything that happens, happens for a reason. Those reasons are not always obvious at the time but later, when you think back maybe you will see there is a purpose that has put you here now.” I looked at him, puzzled. “Are you a Doctor or a philosopher?” I asked him. He smiled. “A bit of both I guess.” “Why are you here?” I was curious now. “Have you forgotten so soon?” he replied. “I am on an exchange programme with...” “No, I know that,” I interrupted him. “I mean here, now, with me.” “As I said,” he insisted, “I just came to see how ...