Novel & Cerita Enfermera

I replied. "Oh, really?" he asked then turned back to her. "Ciao, Christina. Il mio nome è Kellen e io sono la tua nuova infermiera. Come stai?" Her face lit up and her smile touched her eyes. "Meglio ora," she replied. She said that she was better now.

“The healer is waiting.” They didn’t give me a chance to wash my hands or change my damp, dirty clothes. They simply dragged me out of the laundry room and through the familiar halls of the packhouse. My wet shoes squeaked against the floor with every exhausted step. My vision kept blurring at the edges, and my legs felt dangerously unsteady. By the time we reached the infirmary, my breathing was shallow and ragged. The room was brightly lit and coldly sterile. The healer — an older woman named Mira who had once treated my minor injuries with kindness- now avoided my eyes completely. On a neatly arranged tray lay syringes, tubes, and several empty blood bags.

" Excuse me, Am Carmilla Santos. " Hello ma'am, how can I help you? " Oom, I'm looking for Mrs Williams. She's one of the nurses here. " Well ma'am, we have a lot of nurses here. Do you know her first name? " Mrs Lena Williams, that's her full name. " Oh, Nurse Lena? Just a minute. Carmilla and Vasha looked at each other then smiled. Oh no, ma'am. I'm sorry, she retired about four years ago.

Yara’s right, she’ll die from whatever she’s done without my mate’s intervention. “Noelle, you’re with me. Do you know anything about assisting in a surgery?” “No, Luna.” “Anna? Katie? Erica?” she asks. “I can, Luna,” Erica says. “Savannah, keep triaging. Noelle, give your clipboard to Anna. Katie, do what you can until you need to stop,” she says, before pushing the gurney into one of the rooms. “Wow,” a woman says from where she’s lying on the floor beside me.

I asked. The nurse turned pale at the mention of the Doctor's name. “Dr. Romero, Ma'am? He's no longer connected to the hospital. He resigned five years ago,” she replied nervously. My eyebrows furrowed. He resigned five years ago? “I'm sorry, that can't be right. He was the doctor who was on duty when I gave birth here five years ago. I'm Annika Reign Ferrer, and my son died five years ago. If you could— I mean, I just want to talk to Dr. Romero,” I almost begged.

Her appearance was embarrassing. "Yes, doc, why? " She shuddered at the answer. Joan's eyes twinkled as she stared at him. Doc, Sean nodded as he spoke. In the personal Nurse of Miss, Zaragosa. "What is your name again? " I ask here. "Joan Rupen, at your service! " Smiling she answered me. "Miss, Joan.. you told me to pass it on, huh? Don't forget! " He said to the Nurse. I left him when someone called me to the ER.

I explain nervously and she chuckles. “You will be fine” Is all she can say “I sure will be” I say nodding and rubbing my hands together. The sonographer who happens to be a middle aged woman walks in with a big smile on her face. “Mr. Ace, Miss Ramora, I’m honored to attend to you both” “Thank you Doctor…” I don’t know her name. “Angelis… Doctor Angelis” “Thank you Doctor Angelis” “You’re welcome” She says as she takes a seat. “Miss Ramora it’s a miracle that you didn’t sustain injuries from such a fall so I urge you to be more careful around slippery areas or anything that can hurt you”

The minutes turned into hours, and we could only pray for a miracle. Finally, the doors to the emergency ward swung open, and a nurse emerged her expression grave. She approached us, her words heavy with the weight of reality. "I'm Nurse Laura. We're doing everything we can for your mother, but her condition is critical. We'll keep you updated as we know more."

Daniel on the other, wiping her brow with a cool cloth, whispering “You’re doing so good, love. You’re so strong.” Theo, Kai, and Nia stood near the foot of the bed—silent sentinels, faces pale, hands clasped tight. The obstetrician—a calm, middle-aged woman named Dr. Adeyemi—had just finished another check. She pulled off her gloves. She looked at Amara. Then at Elena. Then at Daniel.