The Last Flight Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 6

... Okay?” “Okay,” I repeated resignedly and let out a sigh. Doctor Harlow looked at me for a moment. “Miss Farmer,” he said eventually, “You are young and pretty. I imagine that you want to be up and about as soon as possible but believe me, if you rush you will only make things worse.” “I understand,” I sighed. “Doctor, could I ask a favour?” “Shoot,” he smiled. “Would you find out how my friend is please. I am very worried about her.” “Sure I will. A soon as I hear anything I will let you know, Okay?” “Thank you,” I replied, concious of the throbbing pain in my leg. It felt as though the whole of my thigh was on fire. “Okay, Li'l Lady,” he said, looking at my notes, “It seems you have had a rough day. There will be no more visitors tonight so you can rest easy, kid.” His broad smile seemed to light up the room and I smiled too, wondering if he had intended to sound like John Wayne. The nurse finished wrapping the bandage, this time from knee to groin, as if to prevent any movement and tied it off, placing a piece of fabric plaster over the knot to stop it coming unfastened. Once again, I was alone and I realised how tired I was. The clock on the wall opposite said Eight pm. The day had passed so quickly and this was the first moment of peace I'd had. I closed my eyes and drifted of into an uneasy sleep. As the night drew on, vivid images flashed through my mind. I saw the fire on the wing, the crashing, twisting metal as we hit the ground and the sounds... they were as vivid ...

... as the images. I saw Jemima, hanging in her seatbelt, only, in my dream, I couldn't revive her. I couldn't revive anyone, all were dead around me. I saw the pilots, Bob and Eric, laying on the grass outside, mangled! Then I felt it, the panic and fear, gradually rising as I frantically tried to escape the carnage. Doors wouldn't open, jammed! Suddenly I could smell burning. The fuel! It had ignited! I banged on the windows, shouting. I could bear it no longer and I screamed out. “Help me, Please help me!” the flames began to lick around the cabin. My heart was pounding and my shouts became one long scream and then... it was gone! I was in bed once more, sweating profusely, my heart pounding like a steam hammer! “It is all right, Karen, it is over, I am here.” The soft voice of Françoise, soothing me, calming and relaxing. “They are all dead,” I whimpered, “All gone. All my fault.” She took my hand in one of hers and, with the other, wiped my soaking brow. “That is not true, Karen,” she said gently. “There were survivors and no, it was not your fault at all. You saved them.” “Did I?” I gazed into her beautiful mature eyes, edged with slight lines as she smiled and comforted me. “Yes, you did. You have nothing to blame yourself for. Without you, things could have been so much worse.” I felt her soft hand stroke my face with the lightest of touches and I moved my head to press my face into her hand. I could smell her scent and her calm restful voice soothed me. Slowly, as I lay ...