Novel & Cerita Nurse Tough Love

“It must be so hard for you, especially.” “We’re fine,” I said shortly. “Of course.” The nurse unwrapped the cuff and made another note. “I just meant—well, the two of you, here, together, after the divorce and everything—it’s actually really mature, honestly. Because I saw the thing at the gates, and I thought—” “Can you do your job without the commentary?” I snapped. The room went cold. The nurse’s pen stopped moving. She looked at me with the expression of a woman who had just been slapped by someone she was trying to help, and her mouth opened and closed once before she pressed her lips together.

"Lucky girl. The guy's handsome as hell and completely devoted. She cried the whole time, and he just held her and whispered to her." My nurse glanced up. "No anesthetic?" "Of course they gave her some. Didn't matter. She still bawled." My nurse sniffed. "Spoiled rotten. Look at my patient—no meds, took it like a champ, not a sound." A bitter laugh caught in my throat. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They fell in a silent, hot stream. Lucien used to tease me for being oversensitive to pain, yet the moment I so much as scraped a knee, he always panicked more than I did.

"You'll get through this, Mr. Grant. We all try to, even though it might be harder than we thought." My breasts rose and fell with my words, drawing his gaze again. Side glances, that's all he gave, but each one fueled me. I wanted him to stare, to hunger. I wanted to help him get over his wife. That's what nurses do isn't it... To try everything possible to take the pain off their patient's chest. And that's what I must do tonight.

I was fuming, my chest heaving with indignation, but the head nurse—a woman in her late forties who had clearly seen her share of stubborn Alphas—couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. As she reached for his arm, I felt my protective instincts flare. "Easy does it," I warned, my voice tight. The nurse smiled at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You’re all bark and no bite, aren't you, sweetie? Relax, I’m a pro. I won’t hurt your boyfriend. Besides, he’s a big boy—he can handle a little scratch." By then, the nurse had cut through the expensive silk of his sleeve, exposing the damage. It was a jagged, ten-centimeter gash. The skin was peeled back, raw and crimson, a sight that made t

She asked me. "Butch athlete, short blonde hair and white nail polish?" I asked. "That's her." Said the nurse. "Godzilla." I said mostly to myself. The nurse giggled but said nothing for a while. "Did that girl hit her?" "I didn't see her do that." I said truthfully. "Oh dear," the nurse said, "Matron Roberts has had a bad week." "Really?" I did not know what to say. "She's, you know, a lesbian," the nurse continued, "and her partner left her this week."

Except the ones who lingered by the door to gossip. The nurse who finally showed to change my bandage? Straight-up nasty. "I don't know what I did to deserve this," she muttered. "Everyone knows Mr. Schubert loves Ms. Khunt. Taking care of you's just bad luck. Should've stayed missing. Don't you get it? Nobody wants you. You're useless—just die already." I didn't answer. Just groaned, weak and hurting. She got rougher. "Please, miss... can you go easier? If it's okay, could you help me find a private caregiver? I'll pay."

"I said that the hospital is run by Dean Luke, not by you. How can you tell us not to come? If you have the ability, let the Dean personally fire us!" Speaking of this, the nurse seemed to be thinking about why she still had to endure her anger, so she was even more unrestrained and harsh. "But you don't have this ability, do you? I heard that the Dean would rather ask the nurses in our hospital to play a threesome than touch you! It can be seen how much he hates you. How dare you treat yourself as his wife? It's really funny..." "Pa!" In the end, Jessica couldn't help but slap the nurse's face hard. The nurse was slapped to the basin. She shouted hysterically, "One more word, say one more w

Hated seeing her like this, hated knowing she was hurting, hated knowing I couldn’t fix it for her. So I did the only thing I could do. I held her tighter. "I know, sweetheart," I murmured. "But you’ll get through it." Her fingers tightened in my shirt, her body still shaking slightly against mine. But she didn’t argue. Because she knew it too. Knew that she always got through it. Because she was the strongest fucking person I knew. A soft knock on the door made us both look up. The nurse peeked in, her eyes warm, careful. "Sorry to interrupt, but someone’s here to see you."

The nurse hissed quietly under her breath before grabbing a tray of supplies. “Be careful,” I reminded the nurse. She was still a young pup with no wolf yet, so her healing abilities were nonexistent. The nurse nodded, dabbing at the bruises with a cooling salve. Emily winced and buried her face into my chest, her little fingers digging into my shirt. My jaw clenched at how tender the skin was beneath the nurse’s hands — even the lightest touch made her flinch. I could only imagine the pain she’d endured before I found her. And the thought alone made my claws twitch, ready to rip into that caretaker all over again.