Florence Nightingale Syndrome Novels & Stories

He was standing there trying to pull away and all I could do was laugh at him. I finally let him go and immediately he acted like he was mortally wounded. Like the pioneer of nursing, Florence Nightingale, I immediately attempted to attend to his wound. Despite him yelping and suffering in pain and agony, I got close to him and kissed him fully on the lips and vwa-lah he was healed.

But in the dim light of the Great Hall, I saw the price. Maya was sitting on the floor, her small hands pressed against her temples. Every few seconds, her body would twitch, a sympathetic reflex mirroring a Hollow who had tripped or moved in the courtyard. In medicine, we call this "Hyper-Empathy Syndrome," but this was something far more invasive. This was Neural Entrainment on a tectonic scale. My daughter wasn't just leading them: she was absorbing the "Background Noise" of five hundred empty nervous systems.

this sleeping sickness. Dr Kapur’s superior, Sir John Jenkinson, standing over the sleeping bodies of Central Hospital porter Norman Eley and his wife, Corrine—the quietest anyone had ever known the woman—speculated that the sickness in question had traits in common with Kleine-Levin Syndrome: ‘More commonly known as Rip van Winkle disease, or even Sleeping Beauty Syndrome...’ But, again, this was a neurological disorder and not prone to being passed on in such a devastating way. By the time it had been noted that the disease was airborne, after many of the hospital staff who hadn’t come into contact physically with patients began suffering from the same symptoms, the writing was on the wall

The presentation flowed seamlessly from my laptop to the display system, every element appearing exactly as I had designed it. "Eclipse Syndrome represents one of the most challenging conditions in werewolf medicine," I continued, moving into the background information with the confident rhythm of someone who had rehearsed every word. "The gradual severing of connections between human consciousness and wolf instinct has been considered irreversible for over a century. Our research suggests otherwise."

she responded. “Good, at least everyone else is safe,” I breathed. "Marble had gotten some information from Vanya. It turns out fifteen percent of the hunters are against Ambrose’s hunt, and they are packing their bags to return to their countries." “Really?” “The wolfbane in the air has caused a series of hospital visits, and they all had the same illness. ACONIC FEVER. It affects children from the age of seven down to infants. There have been over twelve thousand reports since last week.”

We slept. **** Nurse Florence measured a high dose of Pancuronium bromide and inserted it into a syringe. It was a muscle relaxant she expected would make any patient she injects sustain paralysis in the respiratory muscles and would eventually die by suffocation. She slightly adjusted the needle, raising it up like a scientist trying to avoid parallax error while taking readings. Ika!

"Thanks. I think." She was too tired to look through the suitcase so she just dumped out everything in the tote on the bed. Sleep shirt. Lingerie. Toothbrush, toothpaste, and bless the woman, makeup and all the appropriate necessities. Thank you. She wondered what the people at the office would say when they learned their boss was dead and she had disappeared? Then of course there were her friends, Ellie and Sheila, the other two members of the Flirty Thirties, as they called themselves. And wasn't that just an awful name for them to call themselves. Unmarried, career-driven women who just last week over tacos and margaritas had discussed adding a little excitement to their lives.

"They passed away a long time ago." "I'm sorry." "It's all right." Sydney unfastened Florence's clothing to expose the necessary acupuncture points, then opened the alcohol swabs and carefully disinfected each spot. When she pulled out a thicker needle, Florence's face showed a flicker of fear. Sydney quickly reassured her, "My needling doesn't hurt. At most you'll feel a slight numbness." For some reason, every word Sydney said felt trustworthy. Florence relaxed and let her continue. Indeed, there was no pain.

She asked him. “Hypotension,” he said grinding his teeth together. (Hypotension- Low blood pressure, which can cause fainting or dizziness because the brain doesn’t receive enough blood.) “We have started with Fludrocortisone, hopefully, that will be enough and she’ll be up soon,” he said glaring at Ayra’s frail body which was laying on the hospital bed, motionless. “She’ll be fine,” Dr. Manor assured him and excused herself. “She better be,” He muttered while shoving one of his hands into his pockets and looking at Ayra through the glass.