The Last Flight Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 10

... held me down and I felt something placed over my nose and mouth, something rubbery and smelling strange. Very slowly I became drowsy, the resistance slipping away as I lay back whimpering. “Please, Doctor Harlow, please don't take my leg!” Through what seemed a thick fog I heard the reply, “I'm not going to take your leg, Karen. It's alright now, shhh.” I felt consciousness slowly ebb and the horrors faded away as I drifted off into a black nothingness. I woke with a start. All the fears suddenly back in my mind. When I opened my eyes I looked about me. Everything seemed just as it had when Doctor Harlow left except that now, a nurse was sitting in the chair in the corner, reading a book. I realised that my leg didn't hurt now so, with great trepidation and not daring to breathe, I lifted the thin cotton sheet and looked down at my left leg. I saw the thick dressing and followed it downwards, to where my knee should have been! I breathed out slowly, a deep sense of relief. My leg was still there, just as it always had been. The nurse in the chair must have heard the bedding rustle as I allowed my head to flop back into the pillow for she looked up from her book and smiled. “Moment, Mademoiselle,” she said as she stood up and closed her book then, quickly, left the small room. Minutes later she returned closely followed by Doctor Harlow. “Hey, You're awake! How do you feel?” I stared at him, confused for a while until reality began to return and I slowly understood that I ...

... had been dreaming. “It's okay Honey, relax and get your bearings. There's no hurry.” “I'm sorry,” I replied, “I must have been dreaming but why are you here?” He smiled that big wide smile of his. “I guess you don't remember,” he said. “The nurse here called me a couple of hours ago. You were screaming and thrashing about. I guessed you were dreaming and what it was likely to be about. You wouldn't wake up so I had to sedate you before you harmed yourself.” “Sedate me?” I whispered, scared again. “Oh, only a little gas to help you relax, nothing heavy.” his gentle voice was so reassuring. “Want to talk about it?” “No.” I shook my head. “Well, maybe, I don't know. I still feel a little shaky.” “I have time, you don't have to if you don't want to.” He nodded to the nurse who returned a small nod of understanding and left. “I have a fair idea of what it was about. Want me to guess?” I nodded assent. Once more he pulled up the chair and sat backwards upon it. “Okay, well, my guess is you were reliving the crash and you saw people who had perished.” “Something like that,” I agreed. “You also thought you were going to lose your leg, that I was going to amputate it?” I looked at him aghast. “How did you know that?” I exclaimed in amazement. “Because...” he said slowly, “the only thing you said as the gas began to take a hold was 'Please, don't take my leg'.” “I remember you saying you wouldn't,” I replied, “I thought it was still part of the dream. What time is it?” I asked, as I had ...