The Last Flight. Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 5

... a stand beside my bed and a red tube led from it and into my left arm. I saw that the bag was almost empty. “Non, Non. Attendre!” I heard the words but they meant nothing to me and I continued to struggle. Within seconds a nurse in white starched apron appeared beside me and helped me to sit up, plumping my pillows and supporting me whilst I lay back against them. Slowly I became aware of a dull, burning sensation in my leg and remembered the injury. “Vous etes eveille , alors?” She smiled benignly. “I'm sorry,” I said laying wearily back against the pillows, “I don't speak French.” “Ah, you are Anglaise... English?” I nodded. “How are the others?” I asked her, thinking more of Jemima. “Others?” she seemed puzzled. “What others?” “The other survivors.” I began to panic. Was I the only only one? “There are no, 'others', Mademoiselle. You arrived alone.” I began to panic, I couldn't be the only one, I just couldn't be! I tried to get my befuddled mind into some sort of order. “Wait! Toulouse!” “Pardon?” the nurse queried. “Toulouse?” “I heard the helicopter pilot mention Toulouse. Could they be there? The nurse pulled a chair to the bedside and sat beside me. “Mademoiselle , all I know is zat you were involved in an accident. I do not know of anyone else being brought here.” “My aeroplane crashed in the mountains, there were nine other survivors...” “Zut Alors !” she exclaimed, “ Un Avion ? I did not know. I thought you were in a road accident!” “Yes, an aeroplane.” I ...

... repeated, “Nine other survivors. Can you find them for me? Please?” “I will make ze telephone call but I cannot promise anything until ze morning.” She looked at me, a look of pity on her face. “Let me remove zis bag first.” A picture of efficiency, she checked my blood pressure and temperature then carefully removed the drip from my vein. “Would you like something to eat and drink?” she asked, when all was done, “I can get you a baguette.” “Just a drink please.” I replied. “I 'ave some tea if you would like. It is called Earl Grey.” “Mmm... that would be lovely, thank you.” She smiled again and before she left said: “I will find zem if I can.” and squeezed my hand gently. I don't know how long passed before she returned but it seemed like hours. I took the steaming cup and saucer from her and took a sip. It was sweet and had no milk in it but, at that moment it was the best thing I had ever tasted. “I 'ave telephoned Toulouse.” she said eventually. “You are correct, nine survivors were taken zere. Zey are all Ok.” I breathed a sigh of relief as she went on, “Zey will be kept zere for observation at least until tomorrow, except for one.” “Why, was he badly hurt?” I was concerned that I hadn't realised. “Au contraire. ” she said, “She discharged herself.” Jemima! “Why did she do that?” I asked. “Oh, I am sorry, Mademoiselle, they did not say.” she paused for a minute, as if unsure as to what to say next. “You were on ze TEA flight zat crashed in ze mountains?” “Yes, I am the flight ...