Nurse Book Bag Novels & Stories

Dimitri said, and handed me another gift bag, a large one this time. Inside I found a brand new, dark purple book bag. It looked to be pretty large, and very sturdy. Stitched to the front, in white, was our pack symbol. “Thank you.” I said. “You’re welcome. It’s large enough, and strong enough to carry your books, and has a special pocket for your laptop. I know it’s not something grand, but you will need it.” Dimitri said with a smile. I nodded, and smiled. I put it back in the bag, along with the frames. Braxton took the bag from me, and put it in the back of the SUV for me.

“What? Is everything—?” “They’re coming.” Silence. Then — chaos. Twenty minutes later, Nathan burst into the hospital maternity wing wearing mismatched socks, a sweater inside-out, and carrying a duffel bag that immediately spilled its contents in the waiting room. Diapers. A onesie that said “I’m the Boss”. A stuffed raccoon. A bottle warmer. And, inexplicably, a bag of gummy worms. He stared at the mess. “I told myself to pack last night.”

The handbag they'd selected to match my gown was a little larger than the typical clutch one might carry for such an occasion, and it also had a strap on the inside, which would come in handy down the line. I placed the ultrasound pictures I'd gotten from Estrella inside of a plastic bag so that they wouldn't get wet, and added some medications, including my sleeping pills. Finally, I added a bottle of water and a small fruit knife. With my bag packed and my gown on, I was technically ready to go, but there were a couple more things I wanted to do. Crossing the room to my desk, I took out a pad of paper and a pen. Thunder boomed outside of the window, making my hand shake slightly as I began

“So when she comes back, she won’t notice anything. We don’t need news about us spreading everywhere.” I nodded and stepped back toward the window, giving him space even though every instinct wanted me closer. A few minutes later, the nurse returned, carrying a small brown paper bag. “By the way,” she said with a polite smile, “the other guy who came to see you earlier asked me to give you this.” Riven took the bag, looking surprised. “What is this?” The nurse shrugged. “No idea. He just said it was for you.” She checked his vitals quickly, then left again.

She wanted her to help find a hot water bag, so she went to get her mobile phone. He put his phone in his bag and the bag was in the bedside table. Jessica turned sideways and struggled to open the cabinet. The nurse saw her moving around and said unhappily, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Your hand is pricked by a needle. It will leak out." Thomas turned around when he heard the voice. He frowned as he walked back and said unhappily to the nurse, "She's a patient, so why are you speaking so loudly?" The nurse shut her mouth embarrassedly. Thomas took out Jessica's bag from the cabinet and handed it to her.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

she said, her tone careful. “Bring me one of the pack nurses,” I said weakly, lying back against the pillows. “I don’t feel well.” “Yes, your grace.” She said and hurried out of the room. I pressed my hand on my stomach while I closed my eyes. Something felt wrong or maybe something big was about to happen. Among the two, I wasn’t really sure about the one that scared me the most. After a few minutes, she was back with a middle aged woman who was carrying a leather medical bag. She came close to my bedside with a calm expression.

Those voices urged me to kill, to destroy everything here. "Here you go," the chagrining voice of the nurse proclaimed straight into my ears. I turned to her. I could barely see her full stature, and my vision only caught the blood bag she possessed in her hands. "Have it," she said, stretching out her hands. I took the bag from her hands, almost attempting to open it here. On seeing a blood bag, my uneasiness died slowly. The thirst reversed down my tongue and bitterness died away. I had what I wanted now.

Ella Alexander stepped into the room and held up the bag. “I brought you some things to keep you occupied.” I straightened in the hospital bed, pulling the thin blanket higher over my torso. I hadn’t expected to see him again, especially not so soon after he’d dropped off the flowers. “Things?” He approached the bed and handed me the bag. “Just some books, games, stuff like that. The nurses mentioned you might be here for a few days.” Curious despite myself, I peered inside. There were a few paperback novels—mysteries, one of my favorite genres—a book of crossword puzzles, a deck of playing cards, and folded on top of everything else, a gray sweatshirt that I immediately recognized as Alexan

She always had a nurse with her for help. She started preparing the bag and took a vial out of her coat pocket. “What is it, Mayra?” I asked her curiously.