Nurse Book Bag Novels & Stories

The rest of her words were interrupted by a loud knock on the door before it was pushed open. In walked a hesitant nurse followed by a uniformed man who was carrying a couple of brown paper bags in both of his hands. There was a logo printed on the front of each bag in a deeper and darker shade of brown. Something about it seemed familiar to Ayla, but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it. "Dr. Lawrence?" The nurse spoke up. "This fine youngman here has a delivery for you. I insisted on taking it in for you but he insisted on handing the bags over to you himself."

She adjusted something near the IV, then picked up a plastic hospital bag from the side table and handed it to me. “Her belongings,” she said gently. “Some of the clothing and gear had to be cut off.” I took the bag without thanking her because I wasn’t sure my voice would behave. The nurse stepped out, leaving the room thick with machine noise and things none of us wanted to think too hard about. For a moment nobody said anything. Then Marcus, who had been staring at Sable as though concentration alone might wake her, lifted his head. “Our attention got pulled off it downstairs.” Bryce looked over.

Little Zaiee had been delivered by funny nurse Rainbow. At first glance, miss Rainbow seemed so very incompetent and funny instead of being a nurse. She looked like a troublemaker dressed in pink wig, a blood stained nursing attire, and a pair of whore stockings with two high stiletto heels. She even had an unrivaled AK-47 gun wrapped around her neck. No one in his right senses would ever want such a quack looking nurse who also knew how to use a gun.

Denny said as he brought with him his medical bag. The leather brown bag has a lot of diagnostic instruments such as a thermometer, stethoscopes, sphygmomanometer, tongue depressor, otoscope, ophthalmoscope, flashlights, and more. "Doc, I am afraid I might get sicker if you charge me for home service," Trisha could not help smiling widely as she watched Denny open the bag right next to her on the bed. Trisha was already sitting down when Denny came back with the medical bag he got as a present for his twenty-fifth birthday from his parents. It was his favorite, and he even ordered a glass rack to be made according to his design to store it in.

The nurse repeated what she said calmly. Everything after that became strangely quiet. From the rain outside to the people walking behind her. The ringing telephones. Even Lily's breathing. It all faded beneath one impossible number. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her handbag. "There must be some mistake." "I'm afraid there isn't." "I don't have that much." The nurse sighed. "I'm sorry." Amara quickly emptied her purse onto the counter. A small bundle of naira notes. Coins. A sewing tape.Loose buttons.

Vicente's last name. "Did Heloísa bring this bag for me?" "That's right," the nurse confirmed. "She left it at the reception a few minutes ago because she forgot to bring it earlier when she came to visit you." The nurse didn't wait for me to say anything else; she simply placed a beautiful red bag in the available cabinet in the room and left after a brief farewell.

She stared in consternation at the scattered arrays of books, textbooks, pens, jotters, pencils, purse and host of other things I hadn’t remembered jamming into my backpack. "Yes, I need to pick them up." My migraine worsened at the sight of my books and sketchpad littering the hallway and stairs. "No. What you need is to get to the school nurse. I will take you." She took a hold of my hand but I dug in my heels. "I really need to pack up my stuff. I can’t really afford to replace them." "Fine. You stay right here." She pinned me with her ice blue gaze. "Don't you dare move." She turned and started picking up all my things. She hunted down my backpack and in a matter of minutes, she had pick

"Do you have any reading materials I could read to pass the time?" The nurse slowly pulled into a stop. Thankfully, she didn't jump. She must have realized now that I don't bite. There's no need for her to jump at the faintest sound of my voice. "I'm sorry, but we don't have books here." She thoughtfully replied. "How about newspapers and magazines?" I told her, praying at least they have that or I will die of boredom while staring at the white ceiling of my room. "My nurse friend has a magazine she kept in her locker. I will ask her permission to borrow it. As to a newspaper, of course we have that on the nurse station. I'll get them for you."

"Come in." "Hi, Nurse Barry." I walked in and set my backpack on the floor beside me. I didn't need to carry it, but I'd always felt so odd not carrying a bag while on campus, like I was up to no good, or a shitty student that didn't care one way or the other about her classes. It was nuts, but just a habit I couldn't break. "Hi, Dana. Have a seat and let's get started." She pulled a folder from the filing cabinet nearest her and opened it. "I have quite a few positive comments that have come in from some of the hospital staff as they are working with you or even evaluating you."

She giggled. Bitch. The door clicked shut behind them, silence returned... The nurse shuffled around, checking my IV, my chart, humming under her breath. I moved, just a little as her phone peeked out of the front pocket of her scrubs. I let my hand slide down my side slowly and waited until she turned to check my blood pressure monitor. Then quickly, I slipped the phone from her pocket and tucked it beneath my blanket... I had a feeling I was going to need it.