Nurse Book Bag Novels & Stories

Emily just could not believe that there was nothing to be done about her uncle’s lying and stealing. Quickly putting the money back in the sock she put that pair in the bottom of her bookbag. Emily grabbed a few more pairs of socks, a few pairs of leggings, underwear, a bra, two t-shirts, a sweater, and a light jacket and rolled them up tightly to stuff in the bottom of her bookbag. She grabbed the small first aid kit from her bathroom, an extra toothbrush, hair brush, a shampoo bar, a conditioner bar, soap, mascara, concealer, and chapstick to throw into the bookbag as well.

I didn't know if I should approach her or not, but I could see that she was busy and in a hurry, so I remained still. A strong urge to just go inside the theatre, get the instruments from the doctor and work magic on Knox fills me as I sit, waiting impatiently for the good news that Knox is doing better. I see the nurse walking back, and I stand up immediately to get information from her, but she moves away from me like there was something on my body that she didn't want me to touch. She is holding a pan in her head that has three bags of blood in it. I hope he isn't losing more blood than he's already receiving this much blood.

He and the nurse left the room. A few minutes passed before the door opened again. The same nurse, this time carrying a transparent plastic bag that crinkled softly as she set it on the bedside table beside the water jug. "These were dropped off for you," she said. "By the woman who came in with you." He managed to ask the name of the hospital. The nurse gave him the name of the hospital and left him afterwards. He looked at the bag for a moment. Then he reached for it. Inside, visible through the plastic: his phone, his wallet, his watch, and his keys.

Words would have choked in this room; it wasn’t designed for sincerity. I stepped forward. Behind me, two guards posed as sculptures with gun licenses. The housekeeper hovered at the edge of the scene like a punctuation mark that had seen too much prose. “Miss Christofides?” the nurse said finally, voice soft enough to bruise. As if there might be someone else. I nodded. She held out the bag. It made a faint plastic squeal. I took it. It was heavier than grief but still lighter than hope. She didn’t wait for thanks; she didn’t deserve blame either. She turned and let the rain take her back, shoulders hunched like she was trying to make herself an apology-shaped umbrella. The doors closed beh

she said quietly. After making her notes and checking Josh’s vitals, the nurse glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on the pen. Assuming it was left behind by the previous nurse, she pocketed it without a second thought and stepped out—carrying with her a secret no one yet knew was about to unravel...

"I'll be right back. Okay?" With a final squeeze of his limp fingers, I turned and headed for the door, trying to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I turned to exit, something caught my eye - a slight, deft movement from the nurse as she reached into her pocket and extracted a small yellow packet, separate from the medication tray. She must have noticed me watching, as she quickly stuffed it into the pocket of her scrubs. "Out please," she gestured to the door. What the hell was that about?

I said as I pulled her and the baby against my chest, but inside, my mind was running in circles. I had eighty million dollars, but I could not buy a safe room for my child. The afternoon was dark, and a young nurse we called earlier came in as she wore a blue uniform and carried a small metal tray. "It is time for the baby's medicine," the nurse said with her voice very quiet. She picked up a small glass bottle and a needle and her hand shook a little bit as the metal needle clinked against the glass.

"Where are my things?" The nurse lifted a shaking finger and pointed at the gap in the curtain. "I could get them for you." With that, she set off outside. Kat followed her, and trailing behind her was Mr. Michaels, this time awfully confused. He kept muttering questions to Kat, none of which she properly heard, much less answered. The moment the nurse gave her the bag of her possessions and the sheet of paper for her to sign, she forgot everything else. In a speed that would do The Flash proud, she scribbled the necessary information and bolted towards the exit.

“I’m fine. You ask me this every day, and I don’t even have a bump yet.” “Well, it’s not bad if I care. I have some things for you.” I looked at her curiously. “What?” She pulled out a small bag beside her and handed it to me. My eyes opened wide as I collected it. I peeped into the bag and looked at her again. She gestured to me to bring out what was inside the bag. I was surprised when I saw what it was. A book. A pregnancy guideline book. Tears stung my eyes as I saw it. This was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me.

If not on the wall I stare most of the time at the Nanogex IV bag, just sitting on top of an old table with no chairs that came with the house. The hospital nurse had this in a bag for me before I left. I was informed that I was clutching it tight when someone found me. I close my eyes and pray for a single tear. "Come on, cry, get it out," I yell at myself. I can't even weep, despite my best efforts; not a single tear has fallen from my eyes.