Nurse Ann Novels & Stories

We would remain bound to each other until our last breath. “Will I be returning to the city, sir?” the nurse asked quietly. “No,” I replied without hesitation. “Submit your resignation. From now on, you’ll serve as Celestine’s personal nurse. What was your name again?” I rarely bothered remembering names unless they were worth remembering. “Anne Suarez, sir.” “Suarez.” I studied her for a moment. “You’ll be assigned to her in that facility. Your previous working administration will transfer your credentials. You won’t have to worry about paperwork.”

’’ The speaker said, sounding cheerful. ‘’Sorry and pardon my manners ma, I hope you’re doing great. I’m Nurse Anna.’’ She said again after few seconds of me being silent. ‘’Alright, thank you for the information, I’ll be there.’’ I answered and dropped the call immediately seeing she had conveyed her message and might not be saying anything again.

Not enough to impersonate a man like Matthew Delacruz. The door creaked open. The door burst open, and nurses poured in with equipment. Hannah hadn’t expected it — fear flashed in their eyes, sharp and brief, before treatment took over. “Ma’am, we need to clean you up properly before beginning treatment,” said a nurse in her mid-fifties. Hannah’s gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform — Matron Linda. Her eyes widened. A senior nurse like her usually attended to important patients, not… someone like Hannah.

Chapter Seventy Five Knight’s POV As usual , Annabelle and I went back to pretending as if everything was normal. As if we didn’t spend the entire night eye fucking and kissing each other. Now, I stand here, my eyes fixated on her as she moves with grace and determination through the bustling hospital corridors. Dr. Annabelle Vincenzo, the young female doctor I have been entrusted to protect. Her radiant energy fills the air, making her a beacon of hope amidst the sea of despair that surrounds us.

Imogen Luna looks so frail sitting in the wheelchair, I can only understand her exasperation as the nurse smiles at me. It’s a different one today, much older with that kind of grey hair that the younger girls my age are all dying their hair to look like. She wears a coral lipstick and natural eyes; I am guessing in her hey day she was a stunner. Her name badge says Anne. She greets me. “You’re the young lady coming to look after our patient?”

I said lightly, “I kind of have a bad memory.” She stared at me not even blinking m I cleared my throat. “Understood.” She nodded once and left me there. Well, that was one feisty woman. After unpacking I headed straight to the bathroom, the shower washing off the nerves, the excitement and the fear. I slipped into my nurse uniform after feeling oddly official. This was real. Seriously real. Since it was still morning I figured I should check in on Mr Kylian I stepped out walking down the hall till I found his door.

I walked past the desk. “Good morning Ann. “ A female nurse called Rachel greeted me. “Good morning.” I replied. “How was your night? “ she asked. She came from around her desk and walked up to me “It was very good, thank you. “ I said. She was not done. She was walking just as quick as I was trying to keep up with my long strides. “Did you get home early yesterday. “ she asked. Rachel was super friendly and was always with a smile on.

the nurse said, holding her hand. As soon as it was administered, the anesthesia began to take effect quickly. Her legs grew heavy and numb. "Let’s begin," said the obstetrician. The surgical drape was placed in front of her face, preventing her from seeing the procedure. But she could feel the pulling and pressure on her abdomen. "My babies…" she murmured, crying. "We’re getting them out now," the doctor replied. A few tense seconds passed before they heard the first cry. "It’s a boy!" one of the nurses announced, briefly lifting the baby before taking him to the evaluation table.

First day at Serenity Hills—the fanciest care center in Rivera City. The Head Nurse—Ms. Deinert—didn't waste time. "Vivian, Ms. Stein's high-priority. Rich family. Just do the basics. Don't snoop, stay quiet in her room, and don't touch the music box. She loved it before the coma." I nodded like a good little rookie. Then I saw Sienna Stein for the first time. Laid out in bed, pale and still—yet she looked like she belonged on a red carpet.

{Nathan’s POV} "I'm going to miss you, Dr. Nate," Nurse Anna said, her lips curving into a sad smile as she sat across from me. Her usually bright hazel eyes looked dim, and she fiddled with the hem of her uniform like a child trying to hold back tears.