Iv Fluids Calculation

In a world full of hardships and challenges. Solace Rhian Garcia, a woman who grew up without any supervision from her parents, seeks a job in a huge city. A single father, Alistair Eiron Hawthorne, who is a known billionaire in the country, seeks a reliable babysitter to take care of his triplets, Tatum, Teagan, and Timothy. The two of them will cross paths in their own needs, seeking comfort in life as they tackle the everyday scenarios. Solace may find handling a child hard, but what if three children are what she’ll handle all at once? Will Eiron find himself loving another woman? Or he’ll just focus on his children. Two different worlds will collide, apart from chaos, there is a peace.

When I first started at Serenity Hills, the head nurse told me coma patients paid well—but the job was messy and brutal. They could only get IV nutrition. Screw that up, and you're basically killing them. Today was day thirty of looking after the girl. Young. Gorgeous. Like always, I hit the nurse's station to grab her IV bags— But then I saw it. Thirty glucose bottles gone. IV nutrition? Still sealed. Chills shot down my spine.

During my night shift, I refused to help my adopted sister administer fluids to her patient. After the wrong drug is given, I watch a seven-year-old boy die after he suffers an allergic reaction right before my eyes. In my previous life, the boy's family stormed the nurses' station after I'd just finished administering his IV medication. The next thing I knew, I was violently beaten up. "You poisoned my grandchild by giving him the wrong medicine!" But the fluid I introduced into his bloodstream was a simple glucose solution. It couldn't have led to such a disastrous outcome. When I was on the brink of passing out, someone called the police. I thought help had finally arrived, but I was sorely mistaken. The police officer—my brother—pinned me to the ground. "We found your prints on the drug vial. You're a murderer." Then, my childhood friend, a forensic pathologist, held up an autopsy report and accused me of the same crime. "The patient's time of death is around 5:00 am. That's the same time you administered drugs into his system." Unable to prove my innocence, I was ultimately beaten to death by the boy's enraged family members. My brother and my childhood friend had always loved me. Even on the brink of death, I couldn't understand why they would do this to me. Now, I open my eyes and find myself back on the night it all began.

La chica que Iván Herrera mantenía volvió a buscarme para hacer una escena. —De verdad amo demasiado a Iván… ¿no podrías dejar que se quede conmigo? Él, sentado a un lado, no dijo nada. Solo me envió un mensaje: «Dile que sí, solo hazle creer que tiene una oportunidad.» Le seguí la corriente. Y, en silencio, empecé a empacar mis cosas para dejar la casa que compartíamos. Al salir, escuché las burlas de sus amigos. —Vaya, sí que es obediente la «esposa». Entonces si le pides que pierda al bebé, ¿también lo haría? Iván alzó las cejas, con calma. —¿Apostamos? —Yo digo que en una semana estará llorando frente al hospital… pero lo hará. Yo no dije nada. Solo abrí otro chat, leí el último mensaje: «¿Quieres casarte conmigo?» Y respondí: «Sí.»

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

Malia's world turns upside down when her boyfriend cheats on her with her best friend. Seeking revenge, she turns to Asher, the powerful Lycan King's son, who has his own reasons for helping her. Unfortunately, the moment they embark on this journey of revenge and cold calculation, they find themselves tangled in the cutthroat world of Lycans and Werewolf and they must confront their own secrets and lies. But when a deadly threat emerges, targeting students and disrupting the fragile peace, Malia and Asher must work together to uncover the truth. Can their unlikely alliance survive the danger and deception surrounding them, or will their secrets tear everything apart?

En mi vida pasada, mi hermana Marina y yo dimos con dos huevos misteriosos y los pusimos a salvo. Del suyo nació una serpiente de hielo, y del mío un fénix envuelto en llamas. Marina me arrebató el fénix que yo había criado con tanto cariño, pero nunca pensó que acabaríamos viviendo un apocalipsis de calor extremo. Ella se murió asfixiada por el calor y, en su último aliento, logró persuadir a Iván, mi esposo —la serpiente de hielo— para que me estrangulara. Pero nadie imaginó que volveríamos al mismo día en que esos dos huevos empezaban a romperse. Esta vez, Marina se quedó con Iván. Creía que, con él a su lado, podría salir adelante sin problema en ese infierno de calor, confiando en su poder helado. Pero lo que no sabía era que, para mantener su fuerza, esa serpiente necesitaba alimentarse de sangre fresca todos los días.

The day our daughter had a high fever, Matt was at a parent-teacher meeting for his first love’s son. I called him, only for her to pick up. Through sobs, she apologized, but Matt quickly grabbed the phone, his tone impatient. "She’s a single mom with a kid. What’s wrong with me looking out for them?" So, I turned to my daughter, who was quietly receiving her IV, and asked softly, "How about it, sweetheart? From now on, it’s just you and me."

“C-Claus, please. I cannot-no more,” My shivering voice failed to stop him and he fastened his pace. “The night is young, little mouse. I’m gonna wreck you and every thought you have of escaping,” he was still holding a grudge against me for trying to run away. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,” I didn’t know my actions would fuel him like this. He was being overly unreasonable. He released inside me enormous times, and still, his length was hard and angry, ready to demolish my weeping core. Our mixed fluids seeped through me to paint my inner thighs but this barbarian refuse to stop.

While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip.   He even posted a selfie with her on social media.   I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office.   When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort.   “Are you sure you don’t want to notify the baby’s father? The surgeon asked me. “After this surgery, you won’t ever be able to have children again.”  I closed my eyes.  “He’s dead to me.”