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My father stayed for just two hours. Not because he didn’t want to stay, he did, very much but there was so much happening that it just was not possible to talk together for more than a few minutes. Before he left he held me tightly and a few more tears were shed between us. He told me he would stay a couple of days in a hotel in the town but he could not leave the farm for too long and wrote down the name and telephone number so I could contact him. Investigators needed more questions to be answered, the press were still looking for stories and the airline’s representatives were in and out, making arrangements for my imminent return to England. As the only surviving crew member I was the focus of all their attention. It was late in the day when I had a visit from Doctor Rousseau. “Bon soir, Karen,” he greeted me cheerily. “How are you?” “Good evening, Doctor Rousseau,” I smiled widely. “I feel wonderful, thank you.” “That is good.” He turned to Françoise, who had followed him into the room, and spoke quickly in French. She nodded and walked around to the other side of the bed. “Now,” he continued in English, “We shall have a look at your wound. Is it still painful?” “A little,” I answered truthfully, “but not like it was.” Françoise unpinned the thick bandage and, supporting my knee, began to unwrap it, finishing with the large gauze dressing. Very carefully she lifted the corner and peeled back, dropping it into the enamel dish on the little trolley she had brought in with her. I looked down at the vivid red gash with its little stitches, like tiny black spiders holding the two sides together. Doctor Rousseau examined it closely, touching it so gently with his finger tips. “Could you raise your knee for me please,” he asked and watched carefully as I bent my leg, drawing my foot up, sliding along the bed until my heel almost touched my bottom. I winced as the pain increased, the stitches pulling a little as my muscles tightened. “Okay, and down again, slowly,” he instructed. My foot slipped carefully back to the end of the bed and I breathed out a sigh of relief as the painful pressure finally eased. bahis siteleri “Bon, very good,” the doctor smiled at me. “It is healing very well.” Again he turned to Françoise and spoke in French then returning to me, he said: “Okay, I am pleased at how well it looks. I am afraid the scar will never disappear but Doctor Harlow has done an excellent repair on the damage you did when the stitches tore out.” He looked again at the wound before continuing: “Tomorrow, I think, you can begin to walk and if that goes well, I think you will be able to leave the day after, yes?” “Walk? Already?” I could not believe that after such a short time it was healed enough to walk on. “Yes,” he affirmed “I think so.” “Surely it is not healed sufficiently to walk on yet,” I argued, “It has only been a few days!” “Oh, I see what you mean.” He chuckled gently to himself for a moment. “It will be several weeks until it is sufficiently strong enough to put your weight onto. Of course, you will have crutches and will have to be very careful. It will still be supported with the dressing.” “Oops, silly me!” I grinned, a little sheepishly. “I will not send you away until you are ready, you need not worry.” “No, good. Thank you, Doctor.” Doctor Rousseau frowned and then asked: “You are aware how deep you were cut, yes?” “Well, not really,” I replied, “I know it is bad but…” “Whatever did this cut through almost to your thigh bone. That is why you lost so much blood and is why it will take some time to fully heal. I am afraid that the scar is permanent and you may have a little pain for a long time but you are young and strong and I have no worry for you.” “I am very grateful for what you have done for me, Doctor. I did not know it was so bad.” “You are welcome, Mademoiselle. Tomorrow, we will see.” He left then and Françoise remained behind to finish replacing the dressing with a clean one. I watched her work. She was so gentle yet also efficient. The dressing was soon finished. “Françoise, how is Jemima? I don’t seem to have had a minute for her today.” “She is fine, Karen. Like you, she has been very busy. Would canlı bahis siteleri you like to see her?” “Oh yes, I would love to! Could I?” “I will go and see.” She finished her task and washed her hands, then left me alone. In what seemed like no time at all, she was back and, to my utter amazement, with Jemima! She was in a wheel chair but looking so much better than when |I last saw her. “Hello,” she simply said. “Hello,” I replied calmly. Inside I was anything but. My heart was pounding and my stomach was fluttering nervously, so much had happened since yesterday that I wasn’t sure if anything was different. Françoise wheeled her to my side. I will leave you alone but I have to leave soon so I will take you back before I go, Mrs. Rana.” Jemima looked up at her. “That is fine, Matron. Thank you.” “I have so much to tell you, Jemima,” I began but before I could continue she stopped me. “Your father?” “Yes, How did you know?” “I saw him. I was being wheeled back from the lavatory and I stopped the nurse so I heard a little. Enough to know who he was. You said he was dead.” I looked hard at her for a moment. She seemed angry although she was trying very hard not to show it. “I thought he was,” a pause, “Is something wrong, Jemima?” “I have heard stories about people who appear when they think that there may be money about.” “Oh, I see. Well, I believe him. We talked of things that no-one else could know and, even though he has aged so much I knew in my heart it was him when I first saw him.” She didn’t answer but continued to look at me with an expressionless stare and I still felt that something did not sit well with her. “Please be happy for me, Jemima,” I begged her. “It is a long story but I will tell you about it I promise.” She sighed loudly. “I am sorry, Karen. I am happy for you, really I am. Because of the life I have had and my wealth I find it very hard to believe or trust anyone. You are the first in many long years.” I leaned over as far as I dare and put my arms around her neck to give her a little hug. She felt so warm and soft and, as I drew back, before releasing her, canlı bahis I looked into her beautiful deep brown eyes. Suddenly a strange urge flowed through me, an urge I could not resist and I moved my lips towards her and kissed her mouth her gently. Immediately, she responded, breathing deeply through her nose as our lips touched. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me to her, pressing her lips tightly against mine and her warm tongue began to explore the line of my teeth. I parted them, my own tongue meeting hers like a long lost lover. A surge of electricity passed through me like never before. I knew now we could not be parted. I closed my eyes and breathed in her essence, revelling in the sensations that the contact of our tongues was creating. My heart was still pounding but for a different reason now. Any doubts I may have had were gone and I knew that she felt the same. This was not a lustful kiss, this was soft and loving, a kiss that I never wanted to end but, end it must and I slowly pulled away, a thin gossamer thread of saliva linking us momentarily as our lips separated. I lay my head on the edge of the mattress and just gazed into her eyes. “What have you done to me, Karen?” she whispered, “No-one has ever made me feel the way you just did.” “I have no idea,” I replied quietly, “I have never felt this way before.” Jemima let her head dip forwards then she took a deep breath and said: “I am leaving tomorrow.” The words were like an arrow through my heart and I gasped audibly. “Tomorrow?! How? Are you well enough to travel?” “My insurance company is insisting I have to return to England to recover. I will be ‘MedEvac’ed to London.” There was silence for a moment whilst I took in this bombshell. “Will I see you again?” I whispered. She raised her eyebrows to their fullest extent. “Karen, I nearly died coming here to find you. Do you think I would just let you go now?” “I hope not, Jemima, I truly do. Will you come to see me before you go?” “Of course I will, although…” She paused as if a thought had occurred to her. “We may not be alone so… ” she waited for a second, “I hope you understand, we are just friends.” I nodded. “I understand, don’t worry but there is one thing.” She frowned. “What?” she asked. “How will I find you?” She laughed and the sound was like the tinkle of a waterfall.