Nurse Tough Love の小説・ストーリー

Even we lived for thousand years, we wouldn't be satisfied, still would blaming our fate. Once Plato said that love is a grave mental disease, and maybe, if you ever truly loved someone from your heart, you would realize that that what he said could be true. Love opens a huge hole through your heart, even your soul, while someone can get into it and mess it all up, just like Lynn did to me. "Hi!" Lake greets me, watching TV in the drawing room. "I thought you were_ sleeping," she smiles sheepishly. I catch her thought about what she means, then smile too. "I couldn't. Lynn is sleeping though."

Adam growls and slams his fist hard on the mirror in front of him, which breaks the mirror. Nurse Sophia explains everything to Mariah. The routine, the medications, his everyday therapy sessions, everything. It takes a few minutes for Sophia to realize that Mariah is a great doctor. Nurse Sophia loves when Mariah smiles at her every time their eyes meet. She’s a sweet soul, Sophia thinks to herself and maybe God sent her here. Nurse Sophia is women in her late 50’s. She has spent her whole life serving people and she believes in God and miracles and Mariah feels like a Miracle to her.

She looked gritty. Most importantly, she looked like she had nothing left to lose. "Let her in," I rasped into the intercom. "And tell security to keep her phone. I want no witnesses to what I’m about to do to her." I’d fired four nurses this month. One cried within ten minutes. Two argued and quit by lunch. The last one simply turned white and ran. I was going to break this Ava Bennett, too. I had to. If I didn't keep the world out, I might have to face the fact that I was still in here.

And she’d been shy at first, sweet, almost innocent, until I’d pulled it out of her, until I’d made her beg. This one? She was rough. Hard. Like she wanted to own me as much as I owned her. And damn, I liked it but fuck if I didn’t crave the contrast. I gripped her ass hard, smacking it until she cried out, watching the ripple bounce under my palm. “You like being fucked rough, Nurse?” I rasped. “Yes!” she panted, hair sticking to her sweaty face, bouncing on my cock like her life depended on it. “Yes, Daddy, harder!”

She swallowed hard before speaking again. “She came in late,” the nurse said, her voice barely louder than the machines humming nearby. “She got burns on her arms and she has already lost too much blood, but she refused pain killer.” The nurse shook her head, confusion written across her face. “People who are in that much pain don't stay that calm.”

I responded while she threw herself at me. I try to figure out why a nurse wants to learn how to defend herself? I know it’s not just because of what happened in the Alley the other night, something happened to her that made her angry, and she’s been holding on to that anger and pain for a long time. I’ve seen kids being abused that came to me for support and the same anger and pain they showed is multiplied on Emily’s face. I know how to teach you to defend yourself, but with her it’s different. She’s soft. I need a better strategy to help her than to get the anger out of her.

She swallowed her frustration and continued to work diligently, reminding herself that earning respect often required enduring initial challenges. In the late afternoon, Aria found herself alone in the break room, studying patient charts. Andrew entered, his expression unreadable. "You've got potential, but potential won't cut it here," he stated bluntly. "You need to step up your game if you want to survive in this profession." Aria nodded, determined to learn from the tough-love approach. "I'm here to improve and contribute to the team." Andrew's gaze softened slightly, and he offered a hint of advice. "Nursing is more than just following procedures. It's about adaptability, quick thinking

Nurse Nancy after so long she has agreed to meet me , no more hiding or running away when she sees me . The first time I met her, I was Emily the broken mother who just wanted to safely deliver her babies not Amara the powerful investor. I was simply a patient but she treated me more like family, as though the blood coursing through my veins was her own. She bandaged me with tenderness, spoke to me with patience, and carried me with a love that no nurse was ever obligated to give and how did I repay her kindness? By forcing bribes down her throat. With whispered deals in hospital corridors, coaxing truths from her lips that she should never have been forced to utter. Even now, guilt clings t

“I don’t like other nurses touching my patients.” He laughed, low and hoarse, dragging his hand up my thigh again. “Territorial now, are we?” “Very,” I said. “I’m extremely attached to my work.” “And do you make a habit of straddling your patients?” “Only the stubborn ones,” I said sweetly. “They tend to need more hands-on care.” “Hmm,” he hummed, cupping the curve of my ass with a satisfied sigh. “Then I’ll make sure to stay stubborn.”