Novel & Cerita Nurse

Relief washed over Larissa as she took a moment to catch her breath, her heart rate gradually returning to normal. As she left the emergency ward and made her way to the nurses' station, Larissa couldn't help but reflect on the demanding nature of her job. The constant interruptions, the lack of sleep, and the emotional toll it took on her were all part of the nurse's reality. And yet, amidst the exhaustion and stress, there was a sense of fulfillment that came from making a difference in people's lives.

The door clicked open wider. Nurse Lena stepped inside — a stunning 32-year-old with long dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, full lips, and a curvy body that filled out her tight white nurse’s uniform perfectly. Her eyes immediately dropped to where Dr. Vale’s thick cock was still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. “Oh, Doctor,” she purred, locking the door behind her with a knowing smile. “I see you started the special after-hours treatment without me.”

She just stood there, arms crossed, looking at me with an expression that clearly said 'absolutely not'. Kelly spoke up from the chair. "Please, Nurse Patterson. Help me get cleaned up so we can get back to the hospital on time." The nurse's expression hardened. "That's not my job," she said flatly. "You have a perfectly capable husband standing right there who can help you. If you wanted a nurse to assist in cleaning you, you should have requested one specifically. My job is to ensure you get back to the hospital in record time. Nothing more."

The next day I was on my way with Marc in the car and the nurse who accompanied us was a woman of fifty, her comfortable body seated in her blue uniform her shoes were very formal but she was very stern with Marc. And I was very pleased with Cathy's arrangement as I had never expected her to act immediately. Marc looked at me as the nurse was put into another car which followed us along. “ I have to thank you for my new nurse, I gather, or was mom making that up?”

She said, flashing a smile that was more businesslike than friendly, and it took everything not to slap it off her face. “Hmm.” I managed to moan weakly when pain spread to my arms. “Sorry about that.” The nurse from earlier said, “I am Nurse Bella, and these are my colleagues. We are just going to check your vitals, and I will ask you some questions. Blink once for a yes and twice for a no, is that alright?" There was something within me that had problems following the rules. Rules were meant to be broken, and I have made it my life mission to break rules. But this was important, so I blinked once.

I hear one of the doctors say to Clark who looks more worried. I spend the next one and a half hour doing multiple tests as the doctors examine my symptoms. “Hi” a female nurse who looks to be in early 20’s says. “My name is Reyna and I’ll be your personal nurse while you’re admitted. I’ll be taking you to your room now and the doctor will brief you on your test results” she explains with a smile as she helps me onto the wheelchair.

The colour gave off a friendly vibe, and so did she. "See", the brown skinned woman walked past her. " She's fine". She gestured at me. "Though I still have to get her checked by the doctor", the nurse said, folding her arms against her chest. "Okay okay, I'll wait", the other woman stepped out. "Hi, I'm Grace. I'm your nurse. And what is your name?" The nurse said smiling politely at me. "Thea", I told her. "Well Thea, just wait here I'll go get the doctor okay?"

She smiled back at me. “I am fine thank you”. I said why trying to adjust myself on the bed. “I will prepare a warm bath for you now please excuse me”. She said and left for the restroom. “Nurse Tiana is not just my personal nurse, she is a nurse turned friend. Not only does she assist me in cleaning me up and feeding me she sometimes spends her lunch break with me. She will tell me stories of her highschool and college life and how she met her husband Max. She reminds me of Venita and her husband.

Even so, why would I want to be here? I take a deep breath as I continue to stand by the door. Just as I’m about to turn the door knob, a nurse stops me. “The patient is sleeping, ma’am.” the nurse says and I recognize her voice as the person I spoke with on the phone earlier. “Hi.” I say causally. The nurse is in a crisp white straight dress with a pair of flats. Her curly blonde hair is in a white nurse hat and both her hands her in her front pocket.

“Because Madeleine and I can’t do it.” “Yes. No parent can. And Betsy is a sweet girl. I really like her.” Could have fooled me with that statement this morning - the way the child flailed about like a wild cat, stopping only short of hissing at me. “And,” the nurse goes on as she gets up from the bed. “Not for nothing, but I’m tired of being the official nurse for every gangster in this city.” I laugh, ignoring the pain that grips my inside. “Not every gangster.”