How Old Is Nurse Joy Novels & Stories

She asked, fully awake now. "Well, good afternoon to you mom. How am I? I'm great thanks, you?" I chuckled. A smile softened her features as she sat up. "You can't blame me, all I eat is hospital food and don't tell Nurse Rachel, but it's less than appetizing." "Too late, I already heard you." A voice said as the room door opened. The nurse was an elderly woman who looked to be in her 60s. In her hands, she held a tray of medicine along with a bottle of water and a disposable cup.

Right now, water wasn’t exactly an option. The second choice was to pretend I was losing consciousness again. And pray for a miracle. I widened my eyes slightly, letting them flutter as if exhaustion was overtaking me, before slowly letting them close. “Knock knock.” The cheerful voice cut through the darkness. “You’re very popular today. You have another visitor.” Nurse Joy. Relief washed through me so suddenly it almost made me dizzy. “I’ll be back in five minutes to do some observations and change your drip bag,” she added before leaving the room again.

"Yes, he will come and I do not want you to even look at him. You are so obvious nurse, you can't hide your feelings. Don't you know that he is forty-one years old already and you are much too young for him?" "Ma'am, I'm, twenty-eight. Don't worry about me, for my admiration for him will pass just like what happened before with the father of one of my patients. You don't have to take it seriously, after all, I have a boyfriend and we are planning to get married...speaking of age, I think you are younger than myself, right?" asked the nurse, but Ella ignored her. "Just do as I said, will you? Don't come here tomorrow, period. Now, could you please help me with this bag and bring it to the nu

She chuckled nervously. Nurse Joy didn’t reply immediately. She just stared out the window, noticing that the car wasn’t taking the usual exit out route. Her eyebrows furrowed but she said nothing, hoping that she wasn’t overthinking things. Jessica’s eyes flicked toward the mirror again. “By the way, when exactly will the results be ready?” “As I told Dr. Brielle, the results will be ready within twenty-four hours,” Nurse Joy answered curtly, her tone void of humor or excitement.

Like Maya was an unwelcome interruption to his evening plans. "Oh. Maya. You're here." Three words. Flat. Empty. Like she was a stranger who'd wandered into the wrong room. Maya opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her breath was too heavy from crying. Her throat had closed completely around the words trying to escape. Behind James, the woman was scrambling to cover herself with the thin hospital sheet. But not before Maya got a good look at her face. Jennifer. One of the new nurses on the cardiac floor. Young. Pretty. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Maya had helped train her two months ago. Had shown her how to properly insert IVs, how to read the monitors, how to comfort patients duri

I stare at the ceiling again, letting out a sigh. Five years… What did they do while I was in a coma? Did they find anyone? I miss them a lot and want to see them as soon as possible. I would love to see how your faces are, feel your kisses '' not now, eh, because of the bad breath. Five years without showering or brushing your teeth is pretty fucked up. I close my eyes, trying not to think about negative things. I hear the door open and see another nurse carrying a tray. She is very pretty and young, she must be twenty''five years old, she is tall like a model, has red hair and her eyes are light blue.

My breathing grew weaker, my vision blurred, and even my body felt lighter. I couldn't push through it anymore. Perhaps a quick nap would help, I thought. Just a quick nap… … Downstairs, the clock finally pointed to 12. Audrey held the microphone. "Everyone, I'm so happy to have you all here to celebrate the return of my daughter, Ella! Now, let's all welcome her with a round of applause!" Applause broke out across the hall. Everyone turned toward the spiral staircase, but no one appeared even after a long wait. They began exchanging awkward glances, and the atmosphere slowly turned uncomfortable.

Eventually, my eyes started to droop and I was falling asleep with his comforting voice as my lullaby. When I woke up, it was because of a nurse. She was all smiles and cheery attitude and I had to admit, it uplifted my spirits if only slightly. She was blonde like me, pretty, and young at twenty-five years old. She tells me about her eight month old daughter as she checked over my injuries. "The doctor will be by in an hour," she lets me know, helping me fix my hospital gown in place once she's finished. "I think you're going to be well enough to go home. That's some good news, right?"

Left it. "Luna?" I turned. Joyce, a werewolf from our pack, stood behind me in scrubs. She worked as a nurse here. I'd forgotten. "Hey." "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" "Jane's having her baby. It's complicated." Joyce's expression shifted. Professional concern replaced friendly surprise. "How far along is she?" "Five hours now. Still going." "First baby?" "Yeah." "That's normal then. First labors take time. Is she with Dr. Morgan?"

It’s one of the many fun facts I learned about my almost-demise from the nursing staff, who keep reminding me I’m a miracle. “I should let you get some rest,” Joy says. She stacks her dishes on top of mine and pushes my table and food tray away. I pull up my blanket to my chest. “Can you…” “What,” she asks. “I think I’m ready. For the other details,” I say. “What you said you needed to fill me in on.” “Yeah,” she says. “Okay.” She sits back down next to me. I briefly tell her what happened to me first. Her expression is pure horror.