“Boss won't like to be touched by an unqualified nurse who has no license.” The mafia boss was shot by a rival and he is urgently in need of medical attention but his doctor was in another state attending to an emergency situation. Raine is a nurse but she lost her medical license due to professional misconduct by diverting drugs for the benefit of her boyfriend, Andrew. Raine was called to give the boss first aid before his doctor arrive but she was scared because first, she is not a doctor, she is just a nurse; secondly, she doesn't have her medical license to practice as a nurse. Find out what will happen to Raine if she helps the boss before his doctor arrives.
View MoreDays bled into one another as Andrew careful packed his belongings. Boxes piled up in his almost empty apartment. Each cloth he folded, each item he held the weight of a memory – a life lived with Raine in Angeles. A feeling of loneliness gnawed at him as he thought about everything that hadvhappened so far with his boss, and most especially with Raine. The silence broken only by the rustle of packing paper and the distant hum of the city.There were no farewell parties since Andrew wasn't close to any of his neighbors, no tearful goodbyes because Andrew was a solitary figure. This move, this relocation to a new apartment closer to the Elm Street warehouse, was his attempt at a fresh start. Away from Mr. Jones' immediate presence reminding him of his failures, away from the ever-present shadow of his past with Raine, away from his mistakes. Andrew hoped to forge a new path.The warehouse loomed large in his mind, a symbol of both opportunity and redemption. He envisioned himself dilig
Mr. Jones, leaning back in his chair, he furrowed his brow, his gaze distant. Ralph stood rigidly by the door, waiting for further instructions."We're meeting James, the owner of the building today," Mr. Jones finally spoke, his voice clipped."Right, boss," Ralph acknowledged, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "I'll get the car ready.""And some men," Mr. Jones added curtly. "We can't take any chances."Ralph nodded sharply, understanding the unspoken weight behind the words.Mr. Jones couldn't shake the memory of his conversation with Ralph the day before. He was no fool; he knew his connection to Raine wasn't particularly deep – she'd only stayed in his house for a brief period. Still, a little worry gnawed at him.Raine had vanished from his place two years ago, leaving not a single trace behind. If she was hiding, she was undeniably good at it. But Mr. Jones, with his chilling confidence, believed no one could truly hide from him - unless he allowed it.He hadn't push
Less tension crackled in the air as Ralph stood before Mr. Jones' desk. "When are you visiting the warehouse at Elm's?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.Mr. Jones, a man who exuded an air of quiet authority, offered a dry response, "Very soon."Ralph wasn't buying it. "It's been two years," he pressed, accusation coloring his tone, "and you don't seem interested in it at all.""I have pressing issues that take priority over traveling across the city for a warehouse," Mr. Jones countered, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice."All I'm saying is that you should go see it," Ralph persisted."You've sent people there. What else is there to see?" Mr. Jones dismissed the notion, waving a dismissive hand. "It's not different from any other warehouse I've bought across the city."Undeterred, Ralph continued, "I'm thinking of sending new men over there."Mr. Jones, momentarily distracted, seized the opportunity to change the subject. "Make sure you send Andrew th
Raine's POVThe hallway outside our new Elm Street apartment is a battlefield. Vera and Rebecca weave through a maze of cardboard boxes, foreheads beaded with sweat. Each carries an armful that would make me wince – my traitorous belly leaves me relegated to unpacking duty.Just a week ago, this organized chaos was a conversation – Rebecca, eyes gleaming, laying out the escape plan from her cramped old apartment. Now, the dream is a reality, boxes overflowing with the life she had built and the life we built together spilling into our new two-bedroom haven.A pang shoots through my side as I bend to pry open a box labeled "Kitchen." My due date, a marker we've circled obsessively on the calendar, looms closer with each passing day. The nine-month rollercoaster is slowing down, the final descent into motherhood drawing near.But the fatigue is overshadowed by a thrill that vibrates in my chest. This disarray, this whirlwind of boxes, is not just about a new place. It's about a new begi
Raine's POV The sterile white walls of the examination room felt less intimidating today, a welcome change from the usual pre-appointment jitters. Today, I'm in the examination room not as a nurse but as a patient. The Doppler pressed against my abdomen hummed to life, and a wide grin stretched across Dr.vikky's face. "Everything sounds wonderful in there," she announced, her voice radiating warmth. Relief washed over me, a tidal wave erasing any lingering anxieties. My little miracle was thriving.Dr. Vikky launched into the usual checkup routine, asking questions about my well-being, checking my blood pressure and weight. However, my mind kept flitting back to the corner where a pile of brightly colored onesies sat neatly folded. Tiny socks peeked out from under, an evidence to my ever-growing excitement. I'd succumbed to the urge to start buying some baby clothes, but the sheer volume of choices – pinks and blues dominating the aisles – had me quickly retreating to the neutral h
Raine's POV The scent of disinfectant and lavender hand soap filled the air as usual, a comforting blend that had become my daily companion at the clinic. My stomach, now a proud seven-month curve under my scrubs, brushed against the examination table as I prepped it for the next patient. A familiar flutter kicked there, a silent conversation between me and the tiny life growing within.Then, the door swung open and a woman I didn't recognize stumbled in. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, mascara smudged like a watercolor painting gone wrong. Tears welled up again as she sank into the chair, sniffling back a sob."Hi there," I greeted gently, my voice a calming balm in the quiet examination room. "I'm Raine, the nurse. Are you here for your monthly checkup?"She nodded, wiping her nose on a crumpled tissue. "Yes," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "But… but something's wrong."Hesitantly, she poured out her story in a broken torrent. Her husband, the supposed father of the c
Raine's POV My reflection in the bathroom mirror barely registered. My hand cradled my stomach, still flat but undeniably different. A whirlwind of emotions threatened to pull me under as I keep thinking about the pregnancy and the story attached to it.Andrew, of course is the first person that comes to my mind this morning. The very thought of him sent another tremor of anxiety through me. We'd only just called it quits, the wounds of our relationship still raw. Now, this bombshell. The baby growing inside me wouldn't just be mine; it would be Mr. Jones', Andrew's powerful, intimidating boss.A shiver danced down my spine. How could I have been so careless? The one night of blurry-eyed solace of drunkenness, a desperate attempt to drown out the pain of everything I was going through, had left an undeniable mark. Guilt threatened to consume me, but I shoved it down. There was no time for self-pity and regrets.Andrew's reaction was an impossible equation to solve. Would he be furiou
Raine's POV I stood on the same spot staring at the two pink lines on the test. The result was there, mocking me, glaring back with a fluorescent brightness that seemed to pierce right through me. Pregnant. The word keep echoing in my head, a cacophony of surprise, shock, and confusion. Being pregnant was the last thing on my mind. My breath caught in my throat, the sterile air of the examination room suddenly suffocating.How? It hadn't even hit me that my period was late. Now, the realization crashed over me like a tidal wave. One night. A single, stupid night of getting drunk and letting loose, a stark contrast to the celibacy I'd shared with Andrew for months. And that night, with Mr.Jones, Andrew's boss of all people, had landed me in this mess.My mind raced, a whirlwind of anxieties. How could I possibly start a life with a child right now? I just started my new life without Andrew and all the mess he put me into, the one I just started building carefully, felt like it was te
Raine's POV Three weeks in, and the echo of my past had softened to a dull ache. Rebecca, my distant-but-not-so-distant cousin, had taken me in without a question. We were practically strangers as adults, childhood memories our only bridge. Yet, here I was, sprawled on the worn but comfy armchair in her one-bedroom apartment.The space wasn't vast, but it breathed. Sunlight slanted through the window, painting stripes across the wooden floor where a worn throw rug lay. Rebecca, bless her soul, hadn't gotten around to replacing it, but its faded colors held a strange comfort. Maybe it was because it spoke of a life lived-in, a space that welcomed the mess of everyday existence.The one bedroom served as her sanctuary, the door mostly closed for privacy. My haven was this armchair, nestled beside a bookshelf overflowing with medical textbooks and well-worn novels. It felt strange, finding a home within the walls of a one-bedroom apartment, but with Rebecca's presence a constant hum in
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