Nurse Function Novels & Stories

she winks like she’s sharing a secret. “I think you’re lying; you must like it. It’s the second move this year,” I laugh. “Dear, are you keeping tabs on me?” she chuckles. “No offence meant, Nurse Winters; life here is boring, monotonous. It gives me hope for a normal life by hearing what you do”, I say honestly. If it weren’t for Nurse Winters' conversation, I would have lost my sanity over the years; the only time the Nurses speak to patients is to bark instructions, belittle patients or during therapy classes.

an obedient-looking adorable nurse walked over and said overbearingly. She was away for a while just now because she needed to use the toilet. When she came back, she saw that someone was trying to go inside the intensive care unit. If something happened to the patient, it would mean that she had failed to carry out her duty. She could not afford to bear the responsibility for this and she might end up losing her job. She finally got a chance to do an internship here and she was going to obtain a full-time contract soon. So, she could not allow anything to go wrong.

The next thing I knew, the nurse was waking me up again. “Time to go back and see mom again. Are you ready, dad?” she asked. “Do you call all of the patients mom and dad?” I asked. The nurse laughed once again. “Indeed I do. It makes things easier, I’m not as young as I used to be, and this way I don’t need to remember names. You are the first one to call me on it though.” I shook my head. “It’s just so strange to think that I’m someone’s dad.”

Viko then walked closer to the nurse. "What are you doing here?" Viko asked, making the nurse briefly look at Letta. "I'm delivering food and medication for Miss Letta," the nurse said, catching Viko's attention. The nurse's anxious and nervous expression was Clearly visible.

Too clean. “She’s awake!” a nurse shouted, appearing at my side. “Oh, thank God,” another said, carrying a tray. “We need her to give us a contact. We can’t keep treating her for free.” “Nala, don’t be rude,” the loud nurse scolded. “She can hear you.” Nala clicked her tongue. “My husband’s still in the mortuary. Sympathy’s dried up.” She checked my vitals like she was touching furniture. Cold and impersonal.

Now, all that remained was execution. The nurse—a short woman in her early forties with kind eyes—stood by the counter, preparing syringes and instruments. She glanced at the monitor again, then approached Imani’s side with clinical efficiency. NURSE (softly, almost motherly) We’re nearly ready now, Miss Adeyemi. Just a few more checks and we’ll take you into theatre. Imani didn’t respond immediately. She let the silence stretch, allowed the nurse to think she was lost in pain or fear. Then, slowly, she turned her head. Her voice, when it came, was hushed and laced with weariness.

She yelled, her jaw ticking, "Is he too busy to see me? Tell him his Lynn wants to see him, and you'll see how he would run to me." The nurse, trained to handle patients even at their worst, did not show any anger. She kept the smile on her face, putting the tray back on the table. She wiped the soup off with tissue, but it didn't do any good as it needed proper cleaning. "Okay. I will give him another call." Heaving a sigh of relief, Lynn appreciated the gesture, offering a smile, "Thank you." The nurse was pleased with the response. She picked up the tray, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But only when you eat all your food and take your medications."

and anything she could get her hands on. The nurse has been taken care of by the housekeeper, no matter what kind of trouble she makes, she remains indifferent. Perhaps feeling slighted, Candy Hall shifted her target and took out her anger on the caregiver. "Are you blind? If you can't see something falling, pick it up immediately!" The nurse glanced at her lightly: "Sorry, my duty is to take care of the patient, I am not obliged to do anything else."

I managed to whisper, my voice thick with emotion. With a final squeeze of my hands, Diana released me, her gaze steady on mine "Tell him we're all waiting for him" she said, her voice choked with emotion "Tell him he needs to come back to us" The nurse, a kind woman with soft eyes behind her protective glasses, helped me dress in the sterile gown, head cover, and mask. Her hands were efficient and gentle, each movement a testament to her years of experience. Once I was fully covered, she opened the door to the ICU room for me, her eyes filled with a compassion that was both comforting and heartbreaking.

A nurse walked in and as I looked at her, she had a smile on her face. “It's good to see you smiling this morning, how are you doing Mrs Jackson?” She asked. “I'm good, really good.” I replied then something crossed my mind. The nurse Nora, I needed to know if she's on duty and where she was assigned to. “What about the nurse, Nora?” I asked. “She left early this morning, she'll be back tonight.” She replied and began cleaning Ariel up. “Which of the ward was she assigned to?” I asked.