Nurse Ghost Novels & Stories

They claimed the moral high ground and accepted gratitude for it. Blood surged up again. I coughed, and red splattered across the floor. Inside the ward, Amber shrieked, "Oh my god, what's happening? I can't breathe." She gasped and cried out, "Is this hospital haunted? Where is Viola? Nelson, hurry and drag her back in. If there's a ghost, let it take her life instead." Nelson grabbed me under the arms and hauled me back onto the bed. Right on cue, the nurse arrived for rounds. She checked my vitals, frowned, and pushed a painkiller into my IV.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I watched Adeline with a bitter ache in my chest. At some point, I'd lost count of the moments I regretted my decision. Go ahead, Adeline. Dig. Find out the truth. She had just reached the parking lot and was catching her breath, about to get into her car, when a woman tapped her on the shoulder. Adeline turned, confused, and studied the woman's face—she looked vaguely familiar. Before Adeline could speak, the woman beamed and said, "You don't recognize me? I was a nurse in Dr. Samuel Newell's department! I've since quit, though.

None of the nurses nor doctors had come to me with any news for the past ten hours after they went into that operation room and I didn't know whether as the second went by, I was losing her or getting her back and I was going to hold on to the latter and not the former because I wouldn't be able to live to take it. Watching her in that pool of blood was so foreign, so strange, and...wrong because it felt like I was watching myself in my ghost form as life gurgled out of my vacant body. My ears twitched at the sound of a shoe heel approaching from beside me. Whipping my head to my left, my breathing hitched at the sight of the middle-aged doctor in his labcoat, white gloves, operation cap, a

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

But before she gave up, she requested to lay her eyes on you and after she saw you, she died peacefully with a smile on her face" a tear rolled down her eyes. "Her death was so devastating and it broke me into pieces but the next morning after your birth, we came to the hospital only to find out that you were stolen by one of the nurses who took care of you. My mother did all her best to find you but all to no avail, we later discovered that the nurse who took you was not a nurse of that company. After so many months of searching for you, my mother and I didn't know what else to do but we have never lost faith and know that one day we will find you but…." She paused with fresh tears in her e

With a smile so big it made me laugh without trying. Gone. Used. Harvested. My throat closed. My eyes stung. “You okay?” Ghost asked, gruff but quiet. I shook my head. I wasn’t. I felt like I was falling through the floor. Through time. Through everything. I pressed my palms to my eyes, hot tears pouring through. I tried to breathe, but all I heard was the nurse’s voice on repeat: They took it. A footstep behind me. I wiped my face and turned.

"I told you. My name is Thalia Ashcroft" "This Thalia Ashcroft or another one?" The nurse asked holding a phone close to her face. Her photo filled the screen but before she could answer, the woman added "Because this woman is dead. Her funeral was a week ago" "Nurse Salinas!" The doctor chastised. "What? I believe the truth will jog her memory"

Every time Charlie opened his eyes, he had to stop and think about where he was supposed to be. It never quite added up to him. Occasionally, a face he did not know would be next to his bed. Sometimes it was a nurse or doctor. Sometimes it was someone he was meant to know. This time, he knew he was aboard Carpathia. He was aware that he had died, but now he was alive. He did not see anyone he knew, and the people scurrying about in his room were all dressed as if they were medical professionals. If any of them noticed he was awake, they didn’t acknowledge him as they shouted orders to each other about preparing the gurney, whatever that meant.

A NEW LIFE. Giordana. "Hi, Miss Quinton, How are y'all doing today?" The chocolate skinned nurse asked as I trudged into the hospital. Smiling, I waved at the ever-friendly Nurse Marla, who had been a very wonderful help to me since I started working at the hospital. "We're all good but tired," I replied in a weary tone. "Oh, I can see that, I'll come to give you a foot massage later," she chirped to which I smiled in appreciation.