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The Last Flight. Chapter 5

... attendant.” I frowned, “Is something wrong?” “Oh, non, nussing is wrong but I 'eard about it on ze news. I am sorry so many did not survive.” She took my hand. “Ze report said zat you saved ze rest but zat you 'ad disappeared. We didn't know who you were because you 'ad no identification.” “And now they know?” “Oui. I 'ad to tell zem. You are Karen Farmer?” “I am.” I agreed. I immediately had the feeling that very soon I would be the centre of an awful lot of unwanted attention. “What time is it?” I asked wearily, feeling that it must be the early hours of the morning. “C'est Trois heurs et demi... Oh, Pardon, Mademoiselle, Three-thirty.” “Thank you.” I said and lay back against the pillows, closing my eyes and feeling sleep begin to take me again. “Rest now.” she said, “For tomorrow, I sink, you 'ave busy day.” I must have slept very soundly for I awoke with a start. The ward was filled with light from the early morning sun. I blinked a couple of times and looked around through half open eyelids, the bright light hurting my eyes. The ward was busy now, nurses going about their daily checks. I couldn't see the young nurse with whom I had spoken in the night, I assumed her shift ended when the day staff arrived. Very soon, I was approached by what appeared to me to be a matron. “Bon Matin, Mademoiselle.” she said. She seemed very officious but not in a bad way, her voice was quite soft, and she had a pleasant demeanour about her. “Good morning, Sister.” I replied. “Ah, yes, ...

... of course, English.” she smiled. “I am Matron Blanchard. Now, before we do anything else I need to check that leg of yours.” Another nurse who had appeared, drew the curtains around my bed and between them, they drew down the sheet. I realised then that I was only wearing a hospital nightdress and wondered immediately who had undressed me and where my clothes were. The matron gently lifted my leg and slipped my nightdress up to my hips. I was extremely concious of the fact that my panties were quite loose legged and my face began to burn. She must have noticed me getting a little flushed for she pulled down the hem to cover me a little more. Once the bandage was unwound, she dropped it into the enamel dish the other nurse was holding, then, with a pair of forceps, peeled back the thick pad. “Ah, Bon, Very good.” she looked pleased with what she saw, “It has closed nicely and is clean, no more bleeding. You will have quite a scar though, the doctor had to use fifteen stitches, it was very deep!” I looked down at the vicious looking gash with the row of neat stitches. “I suppose that explains why we could not stop the bleeding.” “I believe so.” she agreed, “You were given one and a half litres of blood through the night. Losing all that blood is the reason why you went into such deep shock.” The Matron re-dressed the wound neatly, showing her experience. When she had finished she smoothed down my night dress and stood up. “I am informed that you are likely to have many visitors ...