Nurse Book Bag Novels & Stories

“I ca…can't pay that!” “I'm sorry but that's none of my business.” She shrugged, tucking the clipboard under her armpit. “Someone will come by soon with your things so you can reach out to whoever you want to.” She walked away, leaving me confused and in despair. $2432? Where the hell am I supposed to get that kind of money from? True to her word, the nurse showed up with a clear plastic bag filled with my belongings. It wasn't much, a wadded-up piece of paper, some pepper mints, my phone, and a battered wallet.

If she went without them, she might not make it beyond the ridge, and she wouldn’t risk stumbling back into Jack’s arms alive. So she planned. In the daycare, tucked behind a shelf of forgotten toys, she had found a small bookbag—pink, frayed at the edges, with a patch of a cartoon wolf on the front. To anyone else, it looked like a child’s thing. To her, it was salvation.

“That’s me.” The nurse raised her eyebrows and Aislen nodded with a smile. “Let him help, if he wants to,” she said. “I don’t mind. He’s seen me naked before.” “Alright. The call bell is here if you need anything. And the bandages are waterproof so don’t worry about them,” the nurses eased her onto the shower chair and then edged out to make room for Cameron, who brought in the bag with him and set it on the toilet. “What’s in that?” She asked, intrigued.

I allow myself a small smile, grateful for the nurse’s reassurance. “I should get going now,” she says. “I’ve got a few more rounds to make. If you need anything, just ring the bell and someone will come to you.” After she leaves, leaving me alone with my thoughts, I turn my attention to the envelope that accompanies the document. I am about to tear it open when there is a sudden blare of my phone’s ringtone beside me. I look at the bedside table and see that my bag is placed there. Alexander must have taken it from the car and put it there.

Compared to the standard meals the hospital kitchen is preparing, mine is slightly different because my brother personally talked to the cook/chef in charge. "Oh, I haven't seen you before. Are you my new nurse?" I inquired. Call me paranoid or whatever, but after everything that has happened, I won't be surprised if this new nurse is under someone else's guidance. She might be here to finish the job. "Y-Yes, Miss. I'm Liela, I-I'll be your nurse from now on." She stuttered and looked down after placing the food on top of the table. Hm.. Should I eat it? "I see, I'm glad I have you as my nurse. You don't have to be so nervous, Liela. It's not like you came to harm me, right?" I smiled, my ga

But before I could process anything, she surprised me by dashing right out of the door. I got dressed, unable to keep the thought of the cleaner out of my mind and it was as I did that I remember Jodie, our house keeper in charge had told me that someone was coming to clean up the pool house. I had paid no attention, the way I never did. As I walked out of the room, I noticed the girl seemed to have done a very good job and looking around made me notice a sling side bag. I went through the bag and saw a pretty hard covered notebook, two pens, a pepper spray, lip gloss and two textbooks.

Hopefully, I could do it quickly. Unknowingly, time flew by quickly. Luckily, I only had to arrange one more section before it could be rechecked. After lunch, I could send it directly to my boss's email. I quickly packed up my belongings, not entirely sure whether to bring my laptop or not, but I prepared it anyway. If Krystal said to bring it, I'd just carry it. When I opened the third drawer, which was quite spacious and used to store spare high heels, the book that I had been hesitant to throw away appeared. The book that the hospital gave me as a reference for pregnancy and notes about the changes and medication I received, all written there.

She put the tray of food on the nightstand next to her bed. "Oh yeah, here," said the nurse, handing Leah a large ziplock bag. "Yes?" Leah asked, confused. "These are your belongings. I thought someone had taken them in the storage locker, but they haven't," replied the nurse before she left the room where Leah was being treated. Instead of taking the set of food that had been prepared for her, Leah opened the Ziplock plastic that the nurse had given her with curiosity that filled her headspace. Leah took out an expensive brand-name bag from the Ziplock and hurriedly got its contents out. A purse, car keys, notepads, perfume, and a few other small items spilled onto her lap.