Athena Valentini Nurse Novels & Stories

"Her core temperature is gone! Get a doctor right now!" Rubber soles squeaked violently against the linoleum. Three nurses and a resident doctor rushed out of a nearby bay, pushing a rolling gurney toward me. "Put her down, son!" the doctor commanded, gesturing to the bed. Gently lowering Athena onto the crisp white sheets, the medical team instantly swarmed her. "She’s cyanotic," a nurse shouted, pressing two fingers hard against Athena’s neck. "Pulse is thready. Thirty beats a minute."

he let out a faint smile and I found myself nodding my head to his request. A bright smile found its way to his face and I didn't miss the excitement in his voice as he said. “It would be nice having you around, dear.” “My name is Valentina.” I smiled back. I adjusted on the bed and pulled out my hand to the man for a handshake. “I hope I can be of any help to you.” “You can call me William; William Frost. And I hope I can bring out the best in you.” he took my hand in his and gave my hand a soft shake.

They placed her on the bed, and Athena was still struggling to breathe. * Athena's consciousness slowly returned. She looked at the woman doctor, who was turning away from her sight while preparing something for her patients. The doctor glanced at her and asked how she felt, but Athena remained in a quiet state. The doctor explained her condition, mentioning a wound inside her vagina caused by a wooden object. She needed to be sent to the hospital for an operation. Athena closed her eyes and rested her heavy head against the pillow. Her breathing was slow and deliberate. Her mind was filled with vivid scenes of the incident, and she felt both emotionally and physically troubled.

She nodded slowly, looking first at me and then at Enzo before she reached out her hands to Eliana and grasped both of hers. “Welcome, my dear. I'm the mother of these two hooligans, however I take no responsibility for their bad manners - that, I blame their father for,” she smiled sweetly as she spoke, but an observant eye would have noticed her smile falter when she mentioned my father. “I'm Valentina, but everyone calls me Valenti.” “It's lovely to meet you, Luna Valenti,” Eliana returned warmly. “Oh, none of that Luna nonsense. I haven't been a true Luna since my husband died. Valenti will do just fine, now come and meet my sisters. We were just getting a Christmas dinner together.”

“But you’re not under attack Valentina so you don’t have to go the frontlines… our war was unexpected but the war you are going to fight is not one which wakes you up from bed with a blaring alarm, it’s one that you will need the people you that care about you held close, it’s one that you won’t have to abandone your mate. It’s one that shouldn’t tear you away from the person you know you love.” I averted my eyes from hers, following the movement of a burrowing earthworm. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to imply— I mean I’m with you guys, I hold all of you dear to heart.” Moniq only smiled at me before she went to the hose that lay on the ground and refilled the can. “Miss Valentina?”

A metal tray rested in front of her, lined with small bottles of medicine. Valentina adjusted the stolen nurse’s uniform she had slipped into earlier and approached confidently. “I’m here to change Mr. Morales’ medication,” she said, her voice carrying the clipped professionalism of a hospital worker. The nurse frowned, glancing up. “That’s strange. I’ve always been the one to handle his meds. And his family specifically requested no changes.” Valentina’s lips curled into a polite smile, but her fingers itched with impatience. The bottles were right there.

"Move! Move! We’re losing him!" Valentina let out a piercing scream. "Lucas! Don't die! You can't leave me like this!" She tried to follow the stretcher, running in her high heels, tripping and falling against the hallway wall. She looked like a crazy person, her dress torn, her hair a bird’s nest. We followed them down to the surgery floor, but the doors were slammed in our faces. "Wait here," a nurse told us. Her voice was firm but kind. "The doctors are doing everything they can."

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

Liliana offered Valentina a white pill with a cup of water. “Talk to no one." She stared into Valentina's shifty eyes before walking out with Bianca whose wrist was held in her grasp. Valentina held the pills in her hand, her little head spinning in confusion and pain. Just as she was about to throw the pill into her mouth like she was taught to, the door pushed open, admitting a nurse and a teenage boy who was probably 4-5 years older than she was. “Valentina." The nurse called tearfully, running towards her like she wanted to grab her life back.

he added, and I waited for him to continue because I still hadn’t seen how the woman who didn't care about him would help matters. “If we get her to call Vicente to come back from wherever he is, then victory is sure. He has been obsessed with getting his mom's attention since he was a kid,” Valentino explained, and I nodded. “That’s quite simple. I can just—” Valentino raised a hand to stop me from talking further. “She is no ordinary woman. Do you know the famous actress Bella? The American-Italian?” I gasped. “She is his mother?!” I asked in bewilderment.