The Last Flight. Chapter 17

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The first few days with Françoise and her family, though they looked after me as though I was one of their own, were difficult to say the least. My father had returned to his farm and the lack of sleep was making me very short tempered indeed. I found myself beginning to snap at the girls and then apologising to them, knowing that they were doing their utmost to help me through this difficult situation. The weariness also made me weak and walking on crutches became ever more difficult until, one morning, I got out of bed and as I hobbled towards the door, my arms gave way and I toppled forwards and fell into the hallway beyond.. I lay there and sobbed from pure frustration, thumping the floor in anger. Within moments, Dominique had appeared and knelt beside me. “Karen! Are you all right?” she asked me, the concern clearly etched upon her young face. “No, Dammit! Do I look as though I am all right?” I shouted at her between sobs. She didn’t move but remained at my side. “Karen, please…” she said, sadly. I looked up at her and felt so ashamed that I had shouted at her. “Oh, Dominique! I am so sorry, please forgive me, I am so tired. I just want all this to be over.” “It’s all right,” she smiled down at me, her eyes glistening as she held back a tear, “I understand. Maman said it would be like this sometimes.” She moved towards me so I could rest my head on her lap and she stroked my hair gently. “I am here for you,” she said quietly, soothing, “We all are.” “I know you are and I do appreciate your help so much, even though sometimes it doesn’t seem so.” I rested for a moment and then, slowly, Dominique helped me back to my feet. My wound was healing nicely but it still hurt somewhat when any strain was placed upon it. Later, as we sat around the breakfast table, Françoise said, “ Dominique told me about your fall, this morning.” She didn’t seem to imply anything, just concern that I had fallen. “And did she tell you how horrid I was to her?” I replied, glancing sideways at Dominique.” “No, why would she?” she frowned. “Because I shouted at her when she came to my aid and she didn’t deserve it. None of you do. I am beginning to behave the elvankent escort bayan way my father did and I don’t want to be like that.” I began to get upset. The weariness and fear of what I was becoming had started to grind away at my health. Françoise stood and walked around to my side of the table to put her arm around my shoulders and comfort me. “Karen, it’s all right,” she said, gently soothing away my tears along with my fears. “We all understand what you are going through. What happened to you is difficult enough but it seems worse because of your lack of sleep.” “I don’t know what to do,” I sobbed, “Every night I lie awake and when I cannot keep my eyes open any longer, the dreams start again. I need sleep, Françoise…” I looked up at her with moist eyes and tear streaked cheeks, “I am so tired, I can’t take much more.” “I know, Karen,” she smiled sadly. “We have been talking, the girls and I and Dominique has made a suggestion. How do you feel about her sleeping in your room with you for a couple of nights? We thought that maybe having someone close to you would help calm you and if you can get a few hours good sleep then maybe you will feel better, even if just a little.” I stared at her and then across to Pascale and, finally, to Dominique. Each of them smiled as I looked across. “Oh, I, erm, well, I,er… I don’t know. Do you think it would help me?” “I don’t know,” she replied, “We wonder if having someone nearby may help you to relax a little and maybe that, in turn, could help you sleep more peacefully.” Once again, tears began to well in my eyes. “What did I do to deserve such love from you all?” “In all honesty, it was Doctor Harlow who suggested it,” she admitted,“He sees it as a last resort before having to prescribe sleeping pills which neither he, nor I, really want to do. Dominique volunteered herself.” “But nevertheless,” I insisted, “You are still willing to give up you own beds to help me and that means such a lot to me.” “It is agreed then?” Françoise looked at her girls and then at me as she spoke. We all nodded. Later that day, whilst she was at work I decided it was time Escort emek to try and walk without my crutches. I knew it would be painful but, after my fall that morning I felt that it was time to stand on my own two feet. I told Pascale what I planned, whilst she was hanging out the washing on the line in the garden. She was the only one at home as Dominique had gone to visit a friend. “Karen, won’t you wait until Maman gets home?” she pressed. “I would rather not,” I told her. “She has enough to do. I will be fine, I just need to hold you for balance at first until I can be sure that my injury can take the strain all right.” “All right then, are you ready now?” she asked. I nodded and she held out her hand to me. First, I leaned my crutches against the verandah whilst keeping all my weight on my good leg and then, taking her hand, tentatively shifted my weight so that I was standing equally on both legs. So far, there was no pain to speak of. I could feel the pulling sensation across the wound and it did hurt a little but it was less than I expected and so, I took a step towards her. As I lifted the good leg first and the weight shifted onto my injured leg, the wound began to throb but, again, no more than I expected. I gritted my teeth and took another step, then another as Pascale moved backwards with each one. “How does it feel?” she asked, a little worry showing in her eyes. “Yes, good,” I nodded, “Better than I expected but…” “But what?” she frowned. “It is still quite painful but bearable,” I replied. “Then I think that is enough of now, young lady!” she said, faking a stern, matronly look which reminded me so much of her mother. I laughed lightly. That tiny pastiche had raised my spirits phenomenally and I saw her smile too. “It is so good to hear you laugh, Karen,” her face looking a mixture of pleasure and sadness. “I hope we hear it again soon.” I put my arms around her and held her tightly for a moment. “If I stay here much longer I think you may hear much more of it,” I assured her, “This is such a wonderful hospital with the best nurses imaginable, Pascale.” I looked into her pretty, young eyes eryaman escort before saying, “Thank you.” “You are welcome, Karen but there is really no need to thank us. You are like a part of our family, especially now that…” she stopped suddenly. “Now that, what?” I asked, curiously. Was she about to say something she should not? Something I was not supposed to know? “Oh, nothing,” she said. “Doesn’t matter.” “Pascale… You were going to say something. Is something wrong?” I pressed her. “Oh no, not at all!” she exclaimed, then, “Oh, I almost forgot! Your father is coming to visit for the weekend!” “Lovely. It will be nice to see him again!” I was so pleased at this news I completely forgot about what it was she was actually going to say. “Are you all right while I get your crutches?” she asked, holding my arms. “Oh, Crikey, I forgot about those!” I laughed again. “No, I will get them.” With her assistance I walked slowly, and almost unaided, back to the verandah but, instead of taking up my crutches, I kept going until I reached the wicker chair which was positioned to look out over the pretty garden and carefully lowered myself into it with a sigh as the weight was released from my injured leg. I closed my eyes for a minute, feeling the warm sun on my face and let out a long, slow breath. “Are you all right, Karen?” Pascale’s voice broke through the moment and, without opening my eyes, I smiled and nodded, peaceful, just for a minute. “Mmm, yes thank you, I am.” “Would you like some coffee?” she asked. “Oh yes please, that would be lovely, thank you.” After a few minutes there was a crash and I was thrown forcibly forwards in my chair but I seemed to be held quite securely across my waist so I didn’t actually fall from it! “Karen, Karen, are you all right?” I heard the voice calling from afar and slowly, it became louder, clearer. I opened my eyes and quickly closed them again as the sun burned into them. “I fell asleep didn’t I!” I stated, rather than asked, through tightly clenched lids. “Yes,” Pascale replied sadly, “I heard you cry out.” I covered my face completely with my hands and groaned audibly. “I can’t even have an afternoon nap without being haunted by…” I couldn’t bring myself to say what, “I can’t take much more, I have to sleep!” Pascale placed her hand upon my shoulder. “I can’t begin to imagine how it is for you,” she said calmly, “But I… we, will do whatever we can to help you.” I put my hand upon hers.

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