Norman Tpn Novels & Stories

“Alpha, sorry this is a TPN, Dr. Nancy ordered it for the Luna.” “A TPN? What the fuck have you been doing to her? You aren’t sticking my mate with anything I don’t know about!” My Alpha aura released without my awareness. Lack of sleep and fear for Ciara had caused me to become irrational. “Please Alpha, Dr. Nancy placed an order for IV NACL 0.9% 500ML which is just fluid and a TPN which is Total parenteral nutrition. It’s like vitamins!” The nurse bared her neck to me in fear while the other nurse cowered in a corner.

' [Stand back, Matteo, let me do my job. Mancini pushed me away and, with a nod to his nurses, fed the tube down her throat that would be breathing for her, and fixed an IV line to give her the antibiotics she needed to fight the infection. 'È come temevo. Ha la polmonite.' [It is as I feared. She has pneumonia.] '

Not because I still owned half the city, but because every nurse, tech, and resident in this wing had watched me live in this room for seventy-three days straight and knew I would tear the walls down with my bare hands before I let her die. Dr. Patel burst through the door in jeans and yesterday’s ponytail, eyes wild. “Neutropenic fever,” she snapped, scanning the chart. “ANC less than a hundred. We’re completely blind. Bacterial, viral, fungal; could be anything.” “Then treat everything,” I growled. “We are.” She scribbled orders faster than the printer could keep up. “But her pressure’s tanking. We’re starting levophed if she drops below 90 systolic.”

Hanging from the bed was a clear bag to monitor her fluid output. The nurse explained that they'd need to resume intravenous nutrition if she didn't wake soon. In the meantime, they were working to keep her hydrated. I'd been pleased to hear that the doctor believed that most of the opioid hydrocodone and alcohol should by now be purged from her system, decreasing the likelihood of future DTs.

"You need to eat, Luciano. You’re no good to her if you faint from low blood sugar." "I’m not hungry," he growled. "I'll eat when she can eat." Libbie sighed and pointed at the IV bag hanging above the bed. "She is eating. It’s TPN. It’s everything her body needs. Now eat the sandwich or I’ll have Karlos come in here and force-feed you." Luciano didn't respond. He just went back to staring at Alanza’s face.