(Part One)
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya was twenty eight years old only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
On that fateful day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through the air.
Freya was two cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.
When she reached the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head to one side.
One arm was under her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of blood.
She estimated she was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less than a mile away called Carrington Chase.
Freya checked for a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.
The female driver of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was desperately trying to calm her down.
Freya picked up the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a hand bag.
A young man said
"Can I do anything?"
"Yes” she said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"
"Ok” he said and off he went.
She stayed with the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.
When the young man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.
"Hi Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said
"Hello Sam, her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good"
She quickly did the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.
(Part Two)
Freya remained at the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.
It was when she had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile phone.
“Shit” she said at the discovery
Freya was starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and getting back in the car.
She ate her sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff car park.
In the Emergency Department she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.
So Freya thanked her and went upstairs to the ICU.
“Hello sister” Freya said
“Yes” she replied suspiciously
“It’s Nurse St David” she said
“I recognise the name but not the face” Sister Madden replied
“I was looking for a young girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden
“A school girl hit by a car”
“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you related?”
“No I witnessed it” she replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”
“I see, well it’s not good news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely
“Oh no” Freya said and sat down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.
“I have her mobile phone, she was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her family”
“There’s no one here” Said the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”
This news hit Freya like a slap in the face.
“Has no one come from the school?” she asked
“No” replied a Doctor
“But they’ve contacted the family” the Sister contributed
“Very big of them” the doctor responded
Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage
A relatively young man with the same colouring as herself.
“Then Pauline is dying then?” Freya said
“Yes” he replied “and it’s unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”
“Are the school aware of that fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response
“Well that just won’t do” Freya said with determination and stood up
“May I use the phone in your office doctor?”
“Who do you want to call?” he asked
“The headmistress” she replied “Do you have a number Sister?”
“Yes” she replied and handed her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”
“You can use my office on one condition” the doctor said
“What’s that?” she replied expecting a proposition
“That I can listen in” he said
“Done” she said
(Part Three)
They went into his office and she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.
Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.
“Carrington Chase!” a woman answered
“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya said
“I think you mean Ms Hardacre” she responded in monotone
“Yes” she replied
“And you are?”
“Nurse St David, Churchill Hospital”
The line went dead momentarily before another woman’s voice said
“Ms Hardacre speaking”
“I’m Nurse St David from the Churchill” Freya said
“Oh yes” she responded flatly
“You understand the seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya asked at length
“Yes it’s very tragic” the headmistress replied
“We were wondering when the schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours” she said
“The school isn’t sending anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.
“Why not?” Freya responded
“It’s not our responsibility” Hardacre replied
“That’s a disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily
“She is one of your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever happened to “in loco parentis””
“The girl was not on school property at the time of the accident”
The headmistress interrupted
“And she didn’t have permission to be outside”
“So she got what she deserved? Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage
“Well it wouldn’t have happened would it?” Hardacre replied
“So you take their money and then wash your hands of them”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer” She said
“So I take it you won’t send anyone?” she asked
“That’s correct” the headmistress replied
“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya asked “What about pastoral care?”
“We don’t molly coddle at Carrington Chase” she answered
“What faith is she?” Freya demanded
“What? I’ve no idea” she replied
“Then check your records and find out” Freya barked
“Who are you to give me orders” she said affronted
“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”
“Very well” she said and tutted
“A few moments later” she returned.
“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”
“I would like to tell the parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said
“But I can’t because you’ve been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”
“How dare you threaten me, you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And then Hardacre hung up.
“How rude” Freya said “I hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”
“What a bitch” Dr Gossage added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.
“That was brilliant” he added and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following
““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””
“You recorded it?” Freya said and Peter nodded
“I wish I’d thought of that” she said
“Not to worry” he said “give me your number and I’ll send you the file”
“Oh yes is that your normal ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek
“No I’m serious, it might come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said
(Part Four)
Freya went to the hospital chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last rights on an elderly patient.
So she left a message for Reverend Val Hicks and then Freya decided she could not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside until the end.
So she sat and held the hand of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have had a life full of infinite possibilities.
At around 2.30am Reverend Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.
She was a rather large unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.
No words were exchanged, Rev Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual.
It was less than an hour later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.
The door to the on call room opened and Freya quietly entered.
Peter Gossage was in the bed and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so he dismissed it.
Freya slipped silently out of her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
“Why?” he asked
“Because I want to feel alive” she replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his skin and his arousal began.
As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.
Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over onto her back and took control.
And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked
“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his back and then scrambled aboard him.
Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took back control.
All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.
Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious utterance of intense satisfaction.
After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.
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