How Old Is Nurse Joy Novels & Stories

She greeted for which Qin Yue nodded politely. The nurse seemed to be in her early twenties, her jet black hairs were twisted into a descent bun. Her skin was delicate and her features were stunning. Qin Yue had to admit, this young girl was a real beauty. The nurse was friendly as she removed her IV drip, checking on her pulse; she nodded and inquired, "Mmm… everything seems stable. Does it hurt anywhere?"

I interrupted bluntly, my heart pounding against my chest. The nurse's features eased. "We can't predict anything as of now. But if she thinks so, she will. Don't stress about it too much. I have seen patients like Joy- patients with a certain kind of fire in them. They don't get defeated once their mind is set. Just keep taking care of her." I honestly felt a bit uneasy, but a little relieved too. The nurse's belief assured me, it assured Logan too. So we thanked her and stalked to Joy's room.

I said plainly staring at the documents as the nurse wrote down what I said. I didn’t know what came over me that made me give her my surname but I just did. “Okay how old is she?” She should be around 18-19 but I didn’t know or have any knowledge of all this. I didn’t know any little detail about her. I was going to start making things up just to make sure I get to leave. “She’s 18.” I answered plainly.

Being recognized wasn’t unusual, I was a public figure, but something about the way she said it made me uneasy. “No, wait,” she insisted. “Don’t you remember me? Nurse Mary. You were admitted at the hospital a few months back, and on the road, when I rode my bike. We met then.” I studied her face properly this time. She didn’t look old as I’d first assumed. Her skin was smooth, her features sharp but kind. She must have been in her early forties. I searched my memory for the image she painted, but my mind came up empty.

He continues and looking at him now, I can see that this has really bothered him. " I'm awake Roman, see?" I gesture to myself. Right at that moment, the door opens and the nurse from before enters. "We heard a call, is everything okay?" She asks, her light brown eyes glancing between us. Taking a good look at her, I notice that she has dark brown hair that almost looks black, tied in a ponytail. She is a little taller then me by a few inches, quite on the curvy side with a nice figure from what I can tell in her uniform. She is on the tanned side with small lips, she is pretty with a soft voice. She also looks quite young around mid twenties.

Before I could answer her, an older nurse came to the station holding her chart. “Josephine.” I called. She looked up from her chart and for a moment I thought she wouldn’t recognize me because she was squinting through her glasses. “Jasmine?” She says, coming closer to me. I guess her eyesight was just bad. She’s already pretty old to be working, I wonder when she will retire. “Yes, it’s me.” I tell her. “How have you been?” “I’m good.” She says. “It’s been a long time since I last saw you. I think that was what, four or five years ago. I almost didn’t recognize you. You’ve grown into such a pretty young lady.”

The doorknob twisted slightly as two female nurses walked in, they were a bit older, I think in their 40's. "Good morning Miss Jackson, I see you are a lot better," One of them said smiling brightly at me. " Yes, I am," I said returning the smile to her. " That's good, " The other one said. "We will be giving you your medication to help your bones get healed on time, " The former nurse said as I nodded at her. The latter moved closer to me and examined my body giving me a warm smile. "She's doing just fine," She said to the former nurse.

I leave the spot my dad has caged us and rush up to the doctor. “The nurse will take you all to meet her.” He says softly and pats my shoulder. Much better! I nod and sniff back my tears before murmuring my thanks. I watch him phone the station and a nurse in her mid-thirties shows up. Her uniform isn't the brightest, her hair seems outdated… but that isn't important right now. She stops by the doctor and he tells her his request. “Alright,” she walks up to us. “This way, please.”

Her eyes enlarged. Joyce who Yara was yet to acknowledge, simply sighed. "Thank God nobody was hurt." Yara was silent. She was so unhappy and disconcerted. So she had fallen on the runway or what? Plus what was that annoying nurse saying about a baby? She turned and glared at the nurse, wishing she could shoot her lasers. "Worry not, Miss Yara. Your child is still intact." The nurse comforted. "Whose child?" "I guess you didn't know but Miss Yara Martinez, congratulations, you're three weeks pregnant." The nurse retorted, beaming at her.

A nurse holding a tray was approaching me, I was so absent minded that I bumped into the nurse "I am so sorry" I helped her to pick up the items that fell on the floor. Although that nurse wasn't attending to my wife. I still followed her and saw a little girl in a room. The girl should be around 6 to 8 years old. She was indeed beautiful and I wished that my daughters would end up being as beautiful as she was. "Nurse, why is no one attending to that girl?" I tried to make inquiries.