Fiction Nursing Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 – Gail’s Conflict Gail sat at her desk, textbooks stacked high, a pen poised over a notebook she couldn’t seem to focus on. The sterile smell of the nursing school library clung to the air, sharp and suffocating, much like the path she had been forced to follow. Nursing was supposed to be noble, a career of service—but it felt like a prison to her, each lesson a reminder that she was living someone else’s dream rather than her own.

Was it me, or did his wolfy lips lift in a slight grin? Yeah, it was me. I was losing it, hard-core. My attention flicked to a large bookshelf, and the nerd in me forced me to walk closer. I hadn’t had much time to read fiction since I started the fast-track nursing program I was attending, but I read a lot up until I started college. Like the rest of Ford’s furniture, the shelf was modern and looked expensive, but gave away absolutely nothing about who he was as a person. I recognized a few of the books on the bottom; all high-fantasy, and mostly ones I’d consider classics, like Eragon. But my eyes trailed up the shelves, and my lips turned downward.

I would probably wear anything I could grab comfortable from my closet and definitely not like these. I glanced at my watch, and it was already eleven in the evening which makes me think that the night is still young for teens like me. Usually, back in New York, I would spend most of my time reading books all about nursing and being a healthcare provider. Yes, yes, boring I know. We all have ways to cope up with boredom okay? I have always wanted to be a nurse and that's what I'm taking up in college this fall. I want to prepare myself in advance once I get to medical school that's why I've been reading different great books for my course.

To know how to step into the worst moments of someone’s life and do something more than hope. One night, I stayed up after everyone had gone to bed. The house was dark except for the soft orange glow of the fireplace. June’s boots were by the door, damp from the rain. Liam’s keys sat on the counter. Harper’s spellbook lay closed for once, the cover warm under my fingertips as I passed by. I sat down at the table with my laptop and stared at the open browser window. The cursor blinked in the search bar. I typed: Norwegian Nursing Schools - Critical Care Track

I had to go to the bathroom, and by the time I returned, the door was wide open, and whoever had been inside was gone. They must have snuck out while I was away. After my rounds, there was little left for me to do, so I decided to go into the break room and play some games on my phone to pass the time. I was so engrossed in the game that I barely noticed when the door opened. I glanced up, and there she was—Veronica Adams, the nurse. Veronica was attractive, with a figure that turned heads without even trying. Even in her nurse's uniform, there was something bold about her dressing. The fabric hugged her curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.