Nurse Tough Love Novels & Stories

"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."

"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.

I'm not usually an emotional person, but this year has been incredibly tough. A couple of days later, Kai is awake and alert, but he is being difficult. He refuses to cooperate with the nurse who is trying to draw his blood. I try to reason with him, telling him to let the nurse do her job, but he is stubborn and dismissive. The nurse leaves the room in tears. I confront Kai, telling him that he can't keep making the nurses cry and ignoring Stella's messages. I remind him that it's not her fault what happened to him. He gives me his famous "go get fucked" look, showing his stubbornness.

“This is the hospital. You’ll get in trouble—just calm down—” I ripped my arm out of her grip. “Don’t touch me,” I seethed, glaring at the nurse like she was vermin. “You all act like you're neutral, but I see through the masks. You're all part of the same rotten system—siding with whoever benefits you most.” Another nurse joined in, trying to gently push Andrea back, but I ignored all of it—every fake plea, every trembling whisper trying to smooth over what couldn’t be hidden anymore.

They sat on the floor, watching Television, and waiting for the day to get dark so they could make their move. "I think I should have told Nancy to call me, whenever Kingston leaves " she said. "I don't think Kingston will leave her alone for the whole of the day. He had experienced a lover, who tried to kill herself because he was going on a mission. He was traumatized by that, and now he saw Nancy try to do the same thing. The only difference was that Nancy's reasons are different. He won't let her out of his sight the whole of today, trust me"