Bbw Nurse Novels & Stories

The door clicked open wider. Nurse Lena stepped inside — a stunning 32-year-old with long dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, full lips, and a curvy body that filled out her tight white nurse’s uniform perfectly. Her eyes immediately dropped to where Dr. Vale’s thick cock was still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. “Oh, Doctor,” she purred, locking the door behind her with a knowing smile. “I see you started the special after-hours treatment without me.”

She narrows her brows and then stares for a while. "It's been a long time since I did this, I am not sure if, well, I can help you, I am sorry." "Yes you can, it's not as if you are going to operate on her, she's just bruised, come and fix her." I pull her by the arm and send her inside where the woman lay almost unconscious. I close the door and lean against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest, while watching every single move. "Please, can I have one nurse here, I will need someone to help me with the tools and medications if necessary?" Bella commands, hurriedly putting on gloves.

Although her worry was unfounded, she had not expected two nurses to barge into her room like that. ‘Also, why is she looking at me like that?’ Bella thought as she scrunched up her face in displeasure. “Do not be afraid,” Mrs.Tanu, a veteran nurse taking care of patients of all sorts, said in a calm tone. “We are here to check up on you at the request of Doctor Sherry.” Sherry?! Bella was skeptical as soon as she heard this name. She swiftly observed the nurse. “Why are you two here?” Bella looked at both of them cautiously. She had seen Mr. Tanu, the head nurse talk with Sherry before. For as long as she could remember, she was always there whenever she came for her pre-natal check-up.

Not enough to impersonate a man like Matthew Delacruz. The door creaked open. The door burst open, and nurses poured in with equipment. Hannah hadn’t expected it — fear flashed in their eyes, sharp and brief, before treatment took over. “Ma’am, we need to clean you up properly before beginning treatment,” said a nurse in her mid-fifties. Hannah’s gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform — Matron Linda. Her eyes widened. A senior nurse like her usually attended to important patients, not… someone like Hannah.

She prayed no one had been hurt or, God forbid, killed. A few moments after she awoke, the door opened and a nurse walked in. The middle-aged woman dressed in green scrubs wore a soothing smile that implied she had just the sort of bedside manner one would look for in a nurse. “There she is. I was wondering when you might come around. How you feelin’ Miss Bree?” The woman’s demeanor made Bree feel better immediately. “Okay,” she said, her throat dry. “Where’s Trent?”

Along with a mild concussion. Coach is going to kill him now. Since he didn’t get the injuries on the rink. I get up. Without thinking to kneel down to Em. Who looks panicked. “Again. Why. Haven’t I been through enough.” She mutters through the tears. Shit. Her parents. She’s becoming a nurse. She must work here in some capacity. Her badge says CNA, but I have no idea what that means. But seeing Cole like this. Hooked up to the machines and IVs, must take her back.

"I don't think I need the injection again. Especially not from someone like you." I am done exercising patience. I am ready to give him a piece of my mind. I fold my arms around my bosom. "Can you tell me what it takes to be qualified as a nurse?" "Nurses don't look miserable", he retorts sharply. "You look miserable and your dress is totally out of it. You just don't fit into this sector." I laugh shortly. He is talking about my eyebags. "What sector do I fit in then, sir?" "Entertainment industry, or a strip club."

Ok,ok Braze may be you should just run away punching her is not a good idea at all, yea remember what your mother taught you. Never hurt women physically. What the fuck I am even thinking ,huh look like I need a good sleep. I fitch when I hear Brandon voice. "Hey Kat! Listen there is this thing my friend here has to help me take care of and you can't really be here..." Brandon says to the nurse pretending to sound nervous. I stare at him in shock. What is he saying? The nurse, Kat, eyes Brandon from top to toe and smiles approvingly at what she sees. Are nurses allowed to do that..?

the nurse said, “high amounts of cocaine showed up in her bloodwork.” I looked at the nun. By mere looking at her, it would be impossible to guess that she was a nun. She was not wearing her habit and she looked more like a homeless person. “Gabriella?” I called out to her softly. The nurse with me raised an eyebrow, surprised that I knew who the person was. The woman on the bed turned her head in the direction of the voice and giggled. I turned to the nurse and said, “administer benzodiazepines. Inform me when she is sober.”

Hayley said. “Yes, you have patients in urgent need of your care but you’re here chit chatting,” a voice said behind us and we both froze. We turned slowly to the owner of the voice and came face-to-face with a scowling Nurse Betty. Nurse Betty was the Chief Nursing Officer and she didn’t work the ICU floor. In fact, I could tell how many times I’ve come across her since I started working here and I wouldn’t exceed one hand. The fact that she was here and staring at me like I was the dirt underneath her shoe unnerved me.