Nurse Book Bag Novels & Stories

He asked adjusting the sheets. "Nope," I replied popping the p and then closing my eyes. He stayed beside me for a couple of minutes before I heard him standing up and the sound of the door closing. I immediately stood up and went to my dresser pulling out a little brown bag the nurse gave me when I got to the hospital that day, She said my mum wanted me to have it. There were two stashes of cash that I hadn't counted, a bracelet, and a neatly folded letter that had my name written on it.

"I'll make sure to take care of myself so that I can be there for my baby." I made my way out of the baby's ward and back to my hospital room. Gathering my belongings, I folded the clothes Cullen had sent me neatly and placed them in my bag, along with the few personal items I had brought with me. It wasn't much, but it felt like a weight on my shoulders as I zipped up the bag, ready to face whatever awaited me outside the hospital walls. Just as I was about to exit my room, the nurse assigned to me called out, her voice filled with concern.

My heart jolted. For a split second, fear rose sharp, they’re calling me back. Something went wrong. I’m in trouble. I turned, breath catching. It was the nurse from my room. Her face was pale, eyes darting around like she was terrified of being seen with me. I stiffened. “What, did something happen? Am I, ” “No,” she cut in quickly. Then she shoved a small package into my hands. Bottles. Gauze. A roll of disinfectant wipes. Pills.

A gentle smile sat warmly on her face as she pushed the wheelchair toward me. “Hi, Ms. Ava. You’re looking bright today.” Her smile widened. “You must be ready to go home.” “I am,” I responded awkwardly, forcing a small smile as I lowered myself carefully into the wheelchair. The cushion dipped beneath me. “Hello, sir,” the nurse greeted respectfully, giving Tony a small bow of her head. “Hi,” Tony responded simply as he rose from the edge of the bed. The nurse handed him a white nylon bag. “Here are all the drugs she needs. Their prescriptions are also inside.”

She held her bag on her elbow with her hands folded across her chest. “I’ll just take my leave now,” the nurse said and with a small bow she turned around and walked out, her head dipped in greetings to Nora as she finally walked out. “Why do you care about baby bumps?!” “Nora! This attitude you’re putting up now is bullshit!” I said, a bitter scoff escaped her mouth and she walked up to the side of my bed. I was already in a sitting position, she gently took her seat on the chair facing my bed, she crossed her left leg over the right and leaned in closer to me.

Jessica had a lunch date with a male Nurse Practitioner and left. "Mind if I join?." She asked "Um, yeah." "Great, I'm starving, was up since five and haven't eaten a thing." She lamented and brought out her huge lunch box from her Birkin. Breanna had been amazed the first time she saw the extremely large Birkin that Dr. Robinson seemed to have in collection of every color. "I always wondered why you needed such a big bag and what you even put in it." Breanna laughed with wide eyes. Dr. Robinson laughed too.

Opening the back, I help Kelsea down, and then go around to Ruby's side, doing the same with her. "Look at you being such a gentleman," Ruby teases, reaching in and grabbing her bag. She's a teacher, for sure. My mom carries the same bag everywhere. I call it a GO bag, because no matter what you might need, it's probably inside that bag. You need a band-aid? They got it. A bottle of water? No problem. A poncho? Definitely in there. A sewing kit? No big deal, it's fucking secured to the side with a magnet. Teachers are better than any Boy Scout I've ever met. When the world ends, I don't need a prepper, give me a damn teacher, any day of the week. Securing it crossbody, she pushes her hair ba

It smelled like something trying very hard to cover the human scent beneath — sweat, stale fear, and the faint sweetness of hand soap. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in the same pale, unforgiving color. A nurse with a clipped blonde bob took her things without comment — coat, bag, phone, even the scarf she’d pulled up like armor. “You can’t take my phone,” Naya protested. “It’ll be kept safe,” the nurse said, voice calm in a way that made Naya want to scream. “Please change into these.” She held out folded paper clothes, soft and shapeless, like something a doll would wear if the doll had been forgotten in a hospital basement.

I walked over to the side of her bed and looked down at her. "I'm sorry, Jenna," I whispered, my voice cracking as I spoke. "I'm so sorry." Someone knocked gently on the door before opening it and peeking in. A nurse noticed I was inside and pushed the door and stepped into the room holding a clear plastic bag containing a leather handbag. "Excuse me, sir. These are Ms Jenna’s personal things that we were able to retrieve from the vehicle," she said quietly, handing the bag over to me. "Thank you," I muttered, taking it from her. She gave me a sympathetic look before stepping back out.

His movements were quick and efficient, nothing more. The nurse would visit and care for me throughout the day. Her hands are soft and gentle, and she is always careful in how she moves and handles me. She consistently smells like roses, which instantly calms me when she's around. She would unfailingly massage my limbs and arms, wash me, and braid my hair with the utmost care. I often feel terrible about being such a burden, especially given my size and weight; there must be many other patients who need her more than I do.